Warships

Terrible timing, terrible luck
Favorite excuses for being stuck
Truth is much older, wiser and gray
You’ve got to be listening
Heaven is open, hell is amused
By every good fortune that I’ve abused
A face in the crowd, a cog in a wheel
Ashamed in silence

On every sunken warship
A story left untold
Braver men than I were bought and sold

Beautiful mother, fortunate child
Safe from the waters running wild
If I could lose my faith in the void
I wouldn’t be here now
Far from the letters written in stone
Far from a love I would call my own
Time and again I hear through the noise
A chance to find out

On every sunken warship
A story left untold
Braver men than I were bought and sold