Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water

On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray?

You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver

To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars drove away

All the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way

Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow



The tall and the tiny ships on the water

Farther and farther, floating away

Will never return now, all wooden and burned out

They echo and groan now in their salty graves

All the memories fade, send the the ghosts on their way

Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow

Someone else's tomorrow