Sleepy harbor town
Quiet. Calm. It’s a Nightmare
Nothing’s right. It’s all wrong
Fog blankets the streets, just like your sheets that numbingly put you to sleep
Chimneys poke through trees that have lost all their leaves due to cold winter freeze
You give a blank stare into that deep sea, recite your prayer, then fall asleep in this nightmare

A slave to the mundane
Doors locked from the inside
This lazy lullaby makes one day bleed into the next

Candlelight flickers on your grandfather clock face
The secondhand ticks down your days
Tick tock, your wristwatch won't stop
These years pass by in a blaze

Lone Tree Cemetery lies across the street
Wise is he who ventures these forbidden things
In that dirt lie beggars and kings
An odd figure holds a lantern
Shines it into mysteries
The Ghost of Yet to Come shows you a hurting world…just like today, nothing’s changed
The flame shines on a stone with your name, two dates, and the phrase “Here Lies A Waster of Days.”

Don’t carry such a terrible thing into eternity
The wind bids you through open window out onto the sea
You can handle so much more than you think
The breeze fills the sail and the soul, taking you to adventures yet told

The whisper of wisdom dances with your curtains
“Run away with me”
Never despise the days of small beginnings
She whispers, “Godspeed”

The thunder. The waves. A compass. A stowaway
Give thanks for clear sky and the tempest
Calm seas never shaped the greatest
Leave that town behind, change your fate
The flame shines on a stone with your name, two dates, and the phrase “Here Lies A Chaser of Waves.“