Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the quay No one waving for me, just the shoreline receding Ticket in my hand, I'm thinking "Wish I didn't hand it in" 'Cause who said sailing is fine? Leaving behind all the faces That I might replace, if I tried on that long ride Looking deep inside but I don't want to look so deep inside yet Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave bye There might not be another star further on the line Look out, look out at each town that glides by And there's another crowd to drown in crying eyes And see how that light you love now just won't shine There might just be another star that's high and far in some other sky We sing, "Is that marionette real enough yet To step off of that set to decide what her hands might be doing? Ruining the play, to in the ensuing melee escape" We packed up all of our bags The ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks As we pace beneath flags black and battered Rattling our swords in service of some faded foreign lord And we sail out on orders from him but we find The maps he sent to us don't mention lost coastlines Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined For we don't recognize the names upon these signs And every night finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide Well, we have lost our way, nobody's gonna say it outright
