The tide will tug at my hips
And the salt will dry upon my collar
I'll have splinters for oars
And I'll break her heart in fourteen places

She'll make light of it all
As I lay her low

Oh Kalypso – Tell me to go

We'll sleep to the creaking of timbers
I'll plot points on a curve
Over all her tender navigations

Oh my mutinous heart
I can't overthrow

Oh Kalypso – Tell me to go

Maps that end where they begin
Will guide us through these bitter winds
Through seven years of sad goodbyes
Two tiny ships on vast horizons