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We sailed her north on a quieter sea
With the same old hands… just less of three
And the rigging sang like it always had
But the sound of it felt… a little bad
There were charts to mark and a course to keep
And the watch still turned and the men still sleep
But the space he left don’t close with time
It just rides along in the back of your mind
So we sailed on home like the sea commands
With the wind still pulling and rope in our hands
You can lose a man but the tide won’t wait
And the world rolls on… like it’s always fated
We told the story the best we could
Like any crew on a broken wood
But the truth don’t sit where the ink gets laid
It just drifts somewhere… in the wake we made
Some said fallen by island shore
Some said gone and nothing more
Some swore truth in the blood and sand
Some just shrugged said they don’t understand
But I’ve seen a man step out of time
And I’ve watched a line refuse the line
And I’ve heard the sea when it speaks real low
Say “not all things are meant to show”
So we sailed on home like the sea commands
With the wind still pulling and rope in our hands
You can lose a man but the tide won’t wait
And the world rolls on… like it’s always fated
We told the story the best we could
Like any crew on a broken wood
But the truth don’t sit where the ink gets laid
It just drifts somewhere… in the wake we made
There’s a fire burns when the night runs long
And the same old tale in the same old song
But if you listen close when the wind goes thin
You might hear what never made it in
So we sailed on home like the sea commands
With the years laid down in our weathered hands
You can mark the maps and you can pretend
But not every voyage comes to an end
We told the story the best we knew
Like men who saw what they can’t prove true
And the line he crossed don’t fade with time
It just waits out there… past the final line
There’s a fire burns… and a tale goes round
Of a man once lost… and never found
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