meet Death on the long road

raise hands then hurry home

a path so worn it's made a trench

with walls of solid stone

all the small deaths that I have sown

to keep these shallow dreams in vogue

Rower, I will sink your boat

under all this world's gold

"getting it steady year after year now that's what I call pay!"

still horrified by what it takes

to grow beneath this weight

all the dreams that have been dropped

to seed this reckless hope

Rower, we could sink this ship

under all the world's woes

Rower, I will sink your boat

beneath all this world's gold

and Rower, to your oars

for I am sending many more