Fatal Line

Oh, my God, am I the man that I'm to be?

I'm still waking up with my shadow next to me

I'm still taking up all the space in my own mind

Guess I'd hoped it might get better given time

When low, the days roll in

Behold, the fatal line

I heard my mother, she was crying as she prayed

I heard her asking for another way

She saw my future like a memory

Said but if it must be so then let it be

When low, the days roll in

Behold, the fatal line

Came on a vessel with a sculpted prow

A noble bark she was, from stern to bow

And there I fathomed long a berth at sea

I cried, "Captain, won't you hold a place for me?"

And I fooled myself into thinking

That it's the roar of a wild, wild ocean

When low, the days roll in

Behold, the fatal line