I'm a sad sailboat on the black seas
Undirected melancholy's got the best of me
Without peer, here I sit, watching life go by
I reach for speech, but all I've got this is hyperbole
I feel compelled to float here
Waiting for your gale
Or some other miracle to approach me
Unmoving and dissatisfied
My hands and feet corrode
I'm adrift and unbewailed
I'm a sad sailboat on the black sea
Undirected melancholy's got the best of me
Without peer, here I sit, watching life go by
I reach for speech, but all I've got this is hyperbole
I feel compelled to tell you all
Of my catastrophe
I know too well the importance of moving
For all the truth your words illume
There's simply no disproof
Without her, I can't proceed
Feeling sorry for ourselves
Or a question of mental health
I just can't fathom
The depths of our dejection
A cheapjack wisecrack got us to coincide
As I inscribe I have to doubt the rift
Our skiffs now met these lives unlived
Need us to forgive
Avail ourselves of us as I confide
I'm a sad sailboat on the black sea
Undirected melancholy's got the best of me
Without peer, here I sit, watching life go by
I reach for speech, but all I've got this is hyperbole