Into the vigil from hiding

His exile was now almost up

Pockets were teeming with spare change

And his mind was eating it up



He'd savored the peace that he'd had, but

Now he scans the horizon

Waiting for this storm to pass

Always waiting in silence

Just biding his time



And happened on a young lady

Up from the depths of despair

She spoke with a twist on her tongue

And a marvelous look in her eye



She's said "Think before the next time

You take yourself out onto the sea

And go dancing with that grand old man

Sometimes he plays very gently

But he's just biding his time"



Into the harbor

Came once a clipper ship

Sails torn and listing severe

When [tide it had slipped]

The rats jumped ship

As if they had something to fear



The captain it seems, was buried at sea

His madess had taken its toll

The crew headed into the bars of the town

To drink away all of their cares

They had waited for this day for years



One tiny bottle that floats on the sea

Serves as a warning for those who might dream

For those who pursue their obsessions

The wind carries in it the screams

Of the journeyman lost on the ocean



Teased by a beauty who rose from the waves

A rebirth, a watery grave

Down in the depths she savors her prize

She's just biding her time