Clear the way
Everyone has come to see you now
They raised a son
They brought him here
Shove away
Everyone has come to be about
We'll pray for wind to bring you home
Was there any way
Son, this ship has died
Still, we're swimming by
Closer to the sky
Sons of sailors seeking glory
While the daughters of seclusion stay behind
Still, her picture's in your pocket
Was she a good one
Enough to keep you swimming through the night
Still, we're falling down
Still, we fall
Son, this ship has died
Still, we're swimming by
Closer to the night sky