You finally noticed,
did it dawn on you slowly
or was it a blast of cold air?
You're adrift on an ocean of silence,
you've lost track of the last time
there was anyone here.
You sought the silence,
scuttled any and all
who didn't see things the same.
Your actions turned quickly to habits.
You slipped your moorings
and soon you were drifting away.
Swept with the tide, pulled out to sea,
no course or sense of direction
Swept with the tide, pulled out to sea,
a lost ship adrift
with a ghost at the wheel.
To some you're a memory,
others choose to say I do not remember at all.
Some wait and pray and scan the horizon,
hoping that one day they'll see you come home.
Swept with the tide, pulled out to sea,
a lost ship adrift
with a ghost at the wheel.