I am the bow of a ship
And I sail through the waters of time
My gaze is level and true as
The waves I roll through crash and rise.
And if the world that flows around me changes
Wave after wave, day by day
It seems the same to me from sea to sea
Washed by the wind and the salted spray.
When I first got under way
That big sun used to glint off the sea
Though it’s been many a league
It still sparkles its diamonds for me.
Now I’m not saying I’ve been left unbattered
Much of this world as I’ve seen
But port and starboard fore and aft remain
Where they should be and have always been.
Back in the days of the black and white pictures
Days which in images look dull and gray
Life was in color and fresh as tomorrow
Every tomorrow was just like today.
I am the bow of a ship
And I sail through the waters of time
My gaze is level and true as
The waves I roll through crash and rise.
And if the world that flows around me changes
Wave after wave, day by day
It seems the same to me from sea to sea
Washed by the wind and the salted spray.
Anchors aweigh...
Robby Berman—lead and background vocals, acoustic guitar, triangle, sleighbell, pantry door, shaker, accordion, upright bass, Mellotron flutes, Persian santoor, Irish bouzouki, Di Zi flute, piano
(All instruments in italics are software instruments played from a keyboard.)
© 2009 Robby Berman