Sinking Ships

This sinking ship, all rusted brown It leans for land, desperate not to drown Oh, our machines will come and go They'll go with age, even as they grow And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float Uncork the wine We'll draw it in You cut the line We'll spread them thin Oh, how our dreams will come and go Most much too fast Some far too slow And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float So write your book Though it gets wet The pages, crooked The letters, bled Oh, how these sons will come and go But there's just one that's close enough to drive this boat And, oh, that son will come and go And when it's gone it darkens everything we know And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart's still light enough for you to float And, oh, my son, when you are old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float And, oh, my son, when you get old I hope your wit is dry enough for you to smoke