To Kxzzyxin Sea
We waved from the gangplank
And they replied from the deck
Unaware that this would be
The last time they'd be seen
It seems really bright
To be seven o'clock
Waving from railings
On the tall dock
Not calm or collected
Watching them go
Triumphant collective
Coming back, we know
Fading into distance the ship
Soon disappears
Clutching others' hands
Wishing we were there and not here
Carefree together
Some sort of tranquil
All properly dressed
And improperly thankful
Coming along
To cheer on from the dock
All the brave few who
Set out to nock
In our brave new world
There's nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
Of the land we've whorled
Following fleets
Out to the blue sea
Stopping to look
At the unknown trees
Off of the coast
Of exotic locations
Where the ships went
We'll never see the face of
Will-o'-the-wisp
Caught in cloth's cradle
Rippling on a mast
Off now in star's ladle
Into unknown cast
Our bold
Iconoclasts
We were on the pier
In our old world
From that last landing
Our wishes were clear
All of the people
Watching them leave
Were crisp with the thought
Of the fleet returning
Year after year
We would wait and watch
To see if our ship
Had found what it sought
Without rest
Went so many nights
Searching the horizon
For our brave ship's crest
A heroic endeavor
First drafted from
A lust to see
What our world could become
All of the people
Watching them leave
Dreamed of the tales
That they might bring
From lighthouses
Looking all the while
Where hotter than a fire
Water's light was doused in
Speculated wonders
Might be found by the men
Shouting their findings
Every where and when
Telling stories of things
And the flags they staked
A lonely legacy left
In their lulling wake
We waved from the gangplank
And they replied from the deck
Unaware that this would be
The last time they'd be seen
It seems really bright
To be seven o'clock
Waving from railings
On the tall dock
Not calm or collected
Watching them go
Triumphant collective
Coming back, we know
Fading into distance the ship
Soon disappears
Clutching others' hands
Wishing we were there and not here
Carefree together
Some sort of tranquil
All properly dressed
And improperly thankful
Coming along
To cheer on from the dock
All the brave few who
Set out to nock
In our brave new world
There's nothing left to see
Nothing left to see
Of the land we've whorled
Following fleets
Out to the blue sea
Stopping to look
At the unknown trees
Off of the coast
Of exotic locations
Where the ships went
We'll never see the face of
Will-o'-the-wisp
Caught in cloth's cradle
Rippling on a mast
Off now in star's ladle
Into unknown cast
Our bold
Iconoclasts
We were on the pier
In our old world
From that last landing
Our wishes were clear
All of the people
Watching them leave
Were crisp with the thought
Of the fleet returning
Year after year
We would wait and watch
To see if our ship
Had found what it sought
Without rest
Went so many nights
Searching the horizon
For our brave ship's crest
A heroic endeavor
First drafted from
A lust to see
What our world could become
All of the people
Watching them leave
Dreamed of the tales
That they might bring
From lighthouses
Looking all the while
Where hotter than a fire
Water's light was doused in
Speculated wonders
Might be found by the men
Shouting their findings
Every where and when
Telling stories of things
And the flags they staked
A lonely legacy left
In their lulling wake