Who of us isn’t a ship about to leave harbor? 
When the anchor is pulled 
We’ll sail into a new tomorrow 
As dark and unknowable 
As the deep 
 
Who of us isn’t a ship on the ocean? 
Lines cast and waiting 
To bring in a harvest 
To feed the world 
Maybe today 
 
Who of us isn’t a ship out to sea? 
Sinkable 
Vulnerable 
Driving against the storm 
Or being driven further from shore 
 
Who of us isn’t out there? 
No land in sight 
Bound to consequences 
Of our own decisions 
While provisions run low 
 
The sailors in the street 
And every pirate that you meet 
Every one and all alike 
Need the blessing of the fleet