You took a red boat all the way there to India
To visit a ghost sitting up in the ground
And failing your mission would cost you more money
Thank Vikings picked up when they raided this town
You were the last girl left standing at the end of the show
With a parasol facing the white virgin snow
And a rose at your brow that your daddy had sown
And a seafaring song that you sang all alone
Well who are you going to be this time around
Who are you going to be
Pinned to the earth by the thorns in your crown
Who are you going to be?
With a red dress and a compass refreshed and anew
And a strong wind to fill all the sails that you drew
You left me to conquer the King and the fool
And you sailed out to sea
Til you vanished from view