Down at the Water's End

Watchin' ten grown people taste the salt in the air And adapt to this world unknown It's been 16 weeks since we've seen the pier That stretched out from our great city home We've seen water and sky and the backs of our eyes But not a single scent or hint of the earth What a life. What a life Not the life that I would prefer We were made to roam Not to die alone Take our brothers, take our sisters Take our lovers down to the water's end We have brothers, we have sisters We have lovers down at the water's end Our captain at the helm holds a most tender grip As he navigates the gentlest seas I turn to Claire, with patience lend an ear To hear her troubled story and history She's seen sorrow and pain and brightness and fame But not a single scent or hint of the earth What a life. What a life Not the life that I would prefer We were made to roam Not to die alone Sea-captains young and old biting the threshold! Take our brothers, take our sisters Take our lovers down to the water's end We have brothers, we have sisters We have lovers down at the water's end