Headed Out

She'd take everything Scrounge my secrets to keep Locked in boxes and crates But she cuffs me with the linens Packs them all on board and sails away I beckoned that blue sky To be calm for her She may have been mad But maybe it's worse That she's sailing through the ocean Laughing to herself Getting drunk on port and potions Can't remember when she felt That the days would make her older Or the years would all run out There's no talking with the preacher Left her reason and she headed out I've reasoned with street lights To show me a sign I write down my secrets And I fill these empty bottles Give the ocean my words So she knows I'm in this city Keeping to myself Getting drunk on wine and whisky Been a while since I felt That the days have made me older And my time is almost out There's no talking with the keeper Take my reason I'm headed out