This sinking ship
All rusted brown
It leans for land
Desperate not to drown
Oh, our machines
Will come and go
They'll bow with age
Even as they grow

And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float

Uncork the wine
We’ll draw it in
You cut the line
We'll spread them thin
Oh how our dreams
Will come and go
Most much too fast
Some far too slow

And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
So write your book
Though it gets wet
The page is booked
The letters bled
Oh, how these sons
Will come and go
But there's just one that’s close enough to dry this boat

And oh, that sun
Will come and go
And when it's gone it darkens everything we know
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your heart's still light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you are old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float

And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope you heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son
When you get old
I hope your wit is dry enough for you to smoke