I never could sleep well out on the water But I'm too heartsick to be awake for any chatter Days of falling gray I see Have risen to my knees And the smell of rotting clothes Has set into the ladder The air has kept us drunk enough And the dancing pennywhistle Has filled us with unspoken fear That our course has been a certain But if we live to touch the sand We won't care if we don't understand And none of us would dare admit That this has not been worth it I bring no name with me And the burden is my jewel That I lay upon the wall The gate of the city And if I finally walk on through I'll leave it open for you But don't ask for kindness or silver I won't have any So I hold myself in place My foot against the braces Rest my head upon my chest Holding each arm with the other And if I dream of better times - Ahead of me or left behind - I'll curse the drink that gives me hope And have myself another