The Boatyard

In the smoky words of Tom Waits,
and the weathered voice of Bette Midler,
the spirit of the sail and the sea…

Well, I’m leavin’ my family, leavin’ all my friends.
My body’s at home, but my heart’s in the wind
where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front page sky.
My tears are salt water. The moon’s full and high.

And I know Martin Eden is gonna be proud of me.
Many before me been called by the sea
to be up in the crows nest singin’ by saying:
Shiver me timbers. Sailing away.

And the fog’s lifting, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out.
Old Captain Ahab’s got nothin’ on me.
Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone.
The water’s my daughter. I shall skip like a stone.

And the fog’s lifting, the sand’s shifting, I’m drifting on out.
Old Captain Ahab longs to hear me shout,
“Swallow me, don’t follow me. I travel alone.
The water, she’s my daughter. I’ll skip like a stone.”

Won’t you please call my old man. Tell him not to cry.
My goodbyes are written by the moon in the sky.
Say, nobody knows me. Can’t fathom my staying.
Shiver me timbers. I’m sailing away.