These Nautical Miles
 
 
 "Mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling this gray sky"
 
 I said it then but I can't say it now
 I know this ocean that we row
 had different plans all along
 Eye to the glass we are faster than fast
 X-ing the squares on the page we ripped out
 from a better book than ours
 
 We navigate the stars
 They do not have any idea
 and if i wanted nothing at all
 I would wait my turn, wait my turn
 and if i wanted nothing at all
 I would wait my turn, wait my turn
 
 I've cracked myself up trying to invent luck
 Oh, make believe I never even heard about that stuff
 So I can lead a normal life
 not looking down, looking up
 
 
 No empty quotes, no anchors left to slow
 Hold your breath and beg that we float
 
 
 These nautical miles, our trophies for the trials
 And if I wanted nothing at all
 I would wait my turn, wait my turn
 
 There is nothing left
 There is nothing left
 
 And if I wanted nothing at all
 I would wait my turn, wait my turn