To all you creatures of the night
You'd never dreamed you'd know So now before the ghosts arrive
Minstrels, kings, explorers Ghosts and dreams awakened
The minstrel and the sorcerer Are switching their disguise
The jester drinks and starts to think
The governor and journalist And now before the song is done
Ghosts and lost explorers Fate with all her daughters Saints and hopeless sinners Wise men in their winters
As he stood upon the beach Thinking about death and the ocean While still safely out of reach
And he held there in his hand And though the sand was still inside
Then he knelt to touch the water Where the waves would gently fall Thinking here I touch the ocean And the ocean touches all
For from a line of countless sailors He was the last man of his kind And the world had changed around him He had no mountains left to climb
And his last name was Magellan
Or so he said in late night bars
Though few believed his claim
And so he now talked with the ocean As he had often done before But now the waves spoke back to him As he walked along the shore
For eighty years plus seven He had been upon this earth And all of them but eight He'd spent on that ocean since his birth
But he was not the only one Who walked along this coast There was a lady old and pale
She had once been a great beauty It was rumored in some bars When she'd left here many years before
But every wish is not to be Ahh this in time she learned And when her final chance had passed Back here she had returned
And everyday at six o'clock
And had herself a glass of wine
To others she was gray and old Not the beauty she'd been before But it did not matter what she was What mattered was what he saw
And so for near three years now And though they always were so close
For he could never quite arrange
The words inside his mind That he could say to make her stay And he was running out of time
He could not find the words to say And so he watched her walk away