BmDead F#eye froA7m the wood Bmof life
Hold the ropes and the rigging lines
Red-eye a.m. Here I lie


SBmhipwrF#eck paA7ssing unBmderneath
What of the sailor and her spinning wheel?
What was she thinking being
Swallowed by the water whole?

RBmed on F#the lefA7t, green onBm the right
You can see me coming in the morning light
Brass and glass and rusted iron

SBmextant F#here for A7the heavenBmly bodies
Compass here but the needle's shot
Magnetic deviation screws me up

A7Break the glass from your hanging lantBmerns
A7Break the sea with your blackened anchBmors
F#And you might end up a floating junk piA7le
F#But you can always scramble to salvage a Bmsmile
F#But you can always scramble to salvage a smBmile