The Ballad of Paper Ships

On this night
Parting like oyster shells, the clouds
On this night
I see us riding through the cornfields
Cradled in your arms
On this night
I lay my burden down
To sink or to sail
Wishing boats farewell
On this night
Memories like bits of paper
Blown around the streets at night
Ghosts casting nets until the morning light
So, so close
So close, we rocked like boats anchored
To go, to sail with abandon
On this night
On this night
I’ve played my last good song
So turn the record player on