A tune I’m working on this beautifully overcast Sunday afternoon.
Waved hello to stranger on the street
Saw his face that evening, on the television screen.
It said he took two bullets to the back… and that was that.
Who am I to cry?
For another life, lost with so much left to live…
When we’re all sinking ships…
We’re all sinking ships.
We’re all sinking ships…
Can your soul swim?