Standard (EADGBE)

// x 2

We have a rule on this boat

No one’s allowed to talk about

Their families or the lives they lived before

They say it’s bad for morale,

To keep sending out unanswered mail

We just sing the kind of songs

That help you pull the oars

// x 2

But folded close to my chest

// x 2

It’s been so long now

I’m not

sure

You weren’t a dream

Or something from a book

I confused for a memory

Of a woman who would wait for me

And keep a candle lit

All through the years

// x 4

Did I tell you about my wife

And infant son

Who we hadn’t yet named at the time I left

and who’d now be twenty one

Family so far behind

from where this current runs

All that’s left all that’s left is

the bone of my brain soaked in the blinding sun

// x 2

The other men have ridiculed me

And I’ve brained a few of them

For their gall

But the truth is I feel shameful

For the woman I defend

Is a face that I can

no longer recall

// x 10 (?)

I thought of you once

I thought of you twice

And the thought got stuck

Like a rock in the pipe

For every passing thing

A little bit collects

So my love became

A mineral precipitate

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

I might never see you again

But I’ll always have what I became

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

This body’s made of ropes

Rubbed weak and frayed

Where they rubbed up on the side

‘pon the side of my brain

Like an oyster makes a pearl

With pressure and spit

Peel away the flesh and

There’s the cherry pit

Carve it into scrimshaw

From a hobby kit

For all the times I said your name

This is what I get

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

All that’s left

All that’s left

Is the bone of my brain

All that’s left

All that’s left

All that’s left

All that’s left

All that’s left--

Final Part:

I find myself outside an unfamiliar house

As the snow swirls round my knees

An old woman comes and answers the door

I can tell she does not recognize me

Old woman can you recall twenty years before

Your brazen young lover said he was just going to the store

And you waited for him on the hill overlooking the seashore

Old woman, I’m your lover, finally back from tour.