Sailboats

I see sailboats finding better shores 
Ships built with three masts or more 
Other men fat off the catch they bore 
And I'm wondering how long I've been anchored for 

Diesel from the harbor is thick in my breath 
Pushing out what fresh air I had left 
Salt water rusts the parts I need to fix this busted up machine 
Currents pull but I try to keep the canvas clean 
Soon sails will fill with hopes of reaching home 
That storms will break and make way as you roam 
Keep land to your starboard side and be weary of the tide 
I yell from my barstool in this cold northeastern dive 

I see sailboats finding better shores 
Ships built with three masts or more 
Other men fat off the catch they bore 
And I'm wondering how long I've been anchored for 

My first years on the coast I saw ghosts about to crack 
Carrying storylines pre written on their backs 
Hopped a freighter hauling cargo to try to find a different end 
But here I am again 

Cemetery near my house is getting full 
Established names fill almost every row 
Familiar faces leaving roses take traces of the stone 
Tending to the ground they plan to be below 
I keep my eye upon the wind to take me out 
When an easterly comes through to get me South 
I’ll cut the mooring line and say goodbye to the shore as I move on 
To the deep, darkened waters where I belong 

I see sailboats finding better shores 
Ships built with three masts or more 
Other men fat off the catch they bore 
And I'm wondering how long 
I’ve seen sailboats finding better shores 
Ships built with three masts or more 
Other men fat off the catch they bore 
And I'm wondering how long that I’ll be anchored for

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