These Nautical Miles

These Nautical Miles

"Mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling this gray sky"

I said it then but I can't say it now

I know this ocean that we row

had different plans all along

Eye to the glass we are faster than fast

X-ing the squares on the page we ripped out

from a better book than ours

We navigate the stars

They do not have any idea

and if i wanted nothing at all

I would wait my turn, wait my turn

and if i wanted nothing at all

I would wait my turn, wait my turn

I've cracked myself up trying to invent luck

Oh, make believe I never even heard about that stuff

So I can lead a normal life

not looking down, looking up

No empty quotes, no anchors left to slow

Hold your breath and beg that we float

These nautical miles, our trophies for the trials

And if I wanted nothing at all

I would wait my turn, wait my turn

There is nothing left

There is nothing left

And if I wanted nothing at all

I would wait my turn, wait my turn