Yellow Boat

Gray cloudy skies
The silver raindrops fall, it’s a steady cry
Our collective eyes
Well I don’t blame them now, there’s a lot to cry about this time
Horizons fade
Sinking like our innocence, over the ocean grade
Opaque malaise
It’s alright if you have doubts, there’s a lot to doubt about these days
Black limousines
With ghosts and acrobats from the mausoleum
It’s not comedy
But it’s alright if you can laugh; not a lot to smile at lately
Drifting away
On a patched up yellow boat, o’er the tiny waves
Right here he’ll stay
Perfect puerility; who of us are honestly okay?
Trains wander by
Moaning requiems, drunk lullabies
We’ve all said goodbyes
Well no one blames you now, there’s a lot to cry about this time
No one blames you now, there’s a lot to cry about this time