I laid awake a whole night long

Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head

In this broken bed



I laid awake and dreamt of ships

Passing through night

Searching for shelter

Stopping at no harbor



I heard the screaming waters

Call sixty sailors' names

Raging words, pounding on the sail

Like an angry whale



I felt the iron rudder skip

The smell of seeping oil

The heat of slipping rope

Failing hands, failing hope



Every sailor asks

Asks the question about the cargo

He is carrying



God's anger broke through the clouds

And He spilt the cargo for all to see



The fault of the sailor

The fault of he who asks no questions

About the cargo he is carrying



Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter

Walks in the rain, she walks to the water

To the sea