Kalypso - Sweet Billy Pilgrim

The tide will tug at my hips

And the salt will dry upon my collar

I’ll have splinters for oars

And I’ll break her heart in fourteen places

She’ll make light of it all

As I lay her low

Oh Kalypso — Tell me to go

We’ll sleep to the creaking of timbers

The pitch and yaw of empty vessels

I’ll plot points on a curve

Over all her tender navigations

Oh my mutinous heart

I can’t overthrow

Oh Kalypso — Tell me to go

Maps that end where they begin

Will guide us through these bitter winds

Through seven years of sad goodbyes

Two tiny ships on vast horizons