Future Perfect Tense

Friend – rouse yourself Cause the tide has carried me away There are fraying and knotted ropes for me to blame But we know better Why I am all at sea again So much for California So long to everything Friend – as the mercury blooms So cold inside my chest Tell my kin of a noble death upon the waves Beyond all salvage Barely worth the life and limb So much for California I lost my way again Like an empty promise A sail becomes a shroud And the sky is falling down