Small Boat for One
So you want to be a passenger
on this small boat made for one?
I will raise the sails
hand you a glass
a toast – to us!
Look out toward calm blue seas
and warm, golden sun
But this boat was made for one
and I know how it ends
how it always, always ends
If I lift the anchor
let the breeze carry us too far
you will feel the cramp and quiet
wish for a crew with verve and polish
who talk more and think less
(or think more and talk less, I’m never quite sure)
Then a yacht will float past
bigger and shinier
and you, starry eyed, will hail the captain
abandon ship
sail away into the sunset
I may return to shore
or swim, or sink alone
no matter
for who looks back at a small boat made for one?
You want to be a passenger
so you say
Well I have no more tickets to give away
so let’s skip the tragic ending
my sails stay lowered
anchor dropped
saltwater eyes stinging
turned away from you
journey ended before it begins
this boat only has room for one
