One day as i was sailing on the caribbean sea I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly Her sails were torn and tattered And her wheel was spinning free I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me ‘cause like a ship without a rudder I’m just drifting with the tide And each day i’m drawing closer to the brink Just a speck upon the waters Of an ocean deep and wide I won’t even make a ripple when i sink As i pulled along beside her and i climbed upon her deck In the silence i could feel the hair a rising on my neck I thought as i walked through the empty quarters down below That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave That seemed to say there ain’t no way to leave this floating grave And when i scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream