"Tell me quick" said Old McFee "What's this all have to do with me?" "I've spent all my time at sea a loner."
"Is there something else I should know?" "Something hidden down below the level of your conversation?" We he turned away before the answer Though I yelled aloud he refused to hear It became to clear So it went as we put out I was left in constant doubt Everything I asked about seemed private
The captain strolled the bridge one night I stopped him in the evening light To ask him would it be all right to join him
But he stood there like some idol And he listened like some temple And then he turned away
All along the fateful coast We moved silent like a ghost The timeless sea of tireless host possessed us The wind came building from the cold northwest And soon the waves began to crest Crashing cross the forward deck All hands lost
I alone survived the sinking I alone possessed the tools On that ship of fools