The Ship Is Sinking
Clouds of smoke going upwards
Flocks of birds coming down
Sideward glances of strangers
All is dead in this town
All the roads leading nowhere
Just a highway of despair
It′s like your own crucifixion
That you can smell in the air
And I hear a voice
Crying, crying
And I see all hope
Flying, flying
And everything I touch
Is dying, dying
Cannot even talk
Just sighing, sighing
But hold on through, love
Just keep the course
The ship is sinking
But we'll make it to the shore
All the faces looking inward
All the smiles have turned to frowns
There was never a thing sadder
Than a happy-looking clown
And I hear a voice
Crying, crying
And I see all hope
Flying, flying
And everything I touch
Is dying, dying
Cannot even talk
Just sighing, sighing
But hold on through, love
Just keep the course
The ship is sinking
But we′ll make it to the shore
To the shore...