A ship of flesh and bones caught up in a storm and time comes in waves high and low.
This voyage is strange it twirls and turns but never stops, never backs, forth it only goes.
With the wind or against the wind, it listens not to your will, it is on its own.
On whose command? On whose plea? Hidden where is its key? None has ever known.
Row, row wherever you might, pray away faith as you like, the needles point the same.
Some drown, some lost, some sail till the end, at last, we meet from where we once began.
The same old land, same old void in distant time and space, all aboard, we sail again!