Sail Away

<br>Well the bozos talk of dawn<br>But it feels like Monday morn<br>On the washing lines<br>We still fight for what we fought<br>But it`s getting kind of short<br>With these futures on our heels<br>And our sails in fresh winds and new signs<br>As we sail away...<br>You may sometimes misconceive<br>Seeing elders quietly leave<br>And accusingly<br>Poiting say they failed<br>While in turn yourselves hang nailed<br>On the landmarks of your own dreams<br>Every tide rushes out losingly<br>As we sail away...<br>Well the morning slowly rose<br>We were gone as first light froze<br>All the nightmare stars<br>While the ghosts of former graves<br>Gentle whispers in the waves<br>Fleeting shadows in the sails<br>Shift their sands through old hands into ours<br>As we sail away...