Out To Sea - Fit For An Autopsy

The old man is gone

I hope he’s drifting out to sea

He always loved to swim away

First the bottle, then the drugs, then the apathy

Maybe he’ll find an island with a sycamore shaded tree

Just like the one in our yard

Just like when it was him and me

Everything you love lets you down

Every wish sails away, every ounce of hope drowns

Everything you love lets you down

Every wish sails away, every ounce of hope drowns