Down at the Water's End

Watchin' ten grown people taste the salt in the air
And adapt to this world unknown
It's been 16 weeks since we've seen the pier
That stretched out from our great city home
We've seen water and sky and the backs of our eyes
But not a single scent or hint of the earth
What a life. What a life
Not the life that I would prefer

We were made to roam
Not to die alone

Take our brothers, take our sisters
Take our lovers down to the water's end
We have brothers, we have sisters
We have lovers down at the water's end

Our captain at the helm holds a most tender grip
As he navigates the gentlest seas
I turn to Claire, with patience lend an ear
To hear her troubled story and history
She's seen sorrow and pain and brightness and fame
But not a single scent or hint of the earth
What a life. What a life
Not the life that I would prefer

We were made to roam
Not to die alone

Sea-captains young and old biting the threshold!

Take our brothers, take our sisters
Take our lovers down to the water's end
We have brothers, we have sisters
We have lovers down at the water's end



Credits
Writer(s): The Revere
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