One day as I was sailing on the Caribbean Sea
I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly
Her sails were torn and tattered
And her wheel was spinning free
I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me
Chorus
âCause like a ship without a rudder
Iâm just drifting with the tide
And each day Iâm drawing closer to the brink
Just a speck upon the waters
Of an ocean deep and wide
I wonât even make a ripple when I sink
As I pulled along beside her and I climbed upon her deck
In the silence I could feel the hair a rising on my neck
I thought as I walked through the empty quarters down below
That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul
In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave
That seemed to say there ainât no way to leave this floating grave
And when I scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream
Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream
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- Demos
- Extras
- The Cedar Creek Sessions
- Let the Music Play
- Feeling Mortal
- Closer To The Bone
- Miscellaneous
- Third World Warrior
- Repossessed
- To The Bone
- Shake Hands With The Devil
- Easter Island
- Surreal Thing
- Border Lord
- Jesus Was A Capricorn
- The Silver Tongued Devil and I
- A Moment Of Forever
- Live at the Philharmonic
- Live at RCA Studios 1972
- Live at the Big Sur Folk Festival