Have you ever been baptised
In the cool winter water
On a Sunday morning
When the sky was grey?
You filed out of the churchyard
So cold it was silver
To gold, tan and blue cars
And the cars drove away

And all the memories fade
Send the ghosts on their way
Tell them they've had their day
It's someone else's tomorrow

The tall and the tiny
Ships on the water
Farther and farther
Floating away
Will never return now
All wooden and burned out
They echo and groan now
In their salty graves

And all the memories fade
Send the ghosts on their way
Tell them they've had their day
It's someone else's tomorrow
Someone else's tomorrow