Run the wire from bow to stern Give the windlass a couple turns Check the running light tonight, good light above And tomorrow we shall see If she is worthy of the sea And then see if she is worthy of thy love May you down on featherbed A feather pillow rest your head I'm coming home from work, I'm by the water I will meet you between the sheets With tangled limbs and naked feet To see if we are worthy of a son or daughter Well I've been a steadfast father In spite of my inconstant ways I am jouncing I am rowing I don't know how to stay Do we move in the move to a distant mistake Or is moving's mode of running from the life we're scared to make And if there's somewhere that we're running to Will it ever be the place Where the strange sings From the light of morning sun The pain it quickly comes, it carries over Eyes are in another way Reverse it back from steeder to the grover The trouble is that trouble lends itself To troubled times till troubled times are gone.