Sewing your name into the fabric of sails I sail out into the deep water Ghosts of her glide abeam Within me stirs a searching for The light after the light goes down Found your name sewn into the fabric of sails Victress! Victress! The compass fails, Our unanchored feet must burn new trails In these times that try men's souls No darkness may illuminate this light, Lay axe to root of all that lingered in this night Accept the reasons to return have washed away For the land has been devoured by the depths of my deceit The separate schools of thought, the waves have lied to me If my soul has been devoured by the life I'll never see Speed means everything 'Cos fate can't match the speeds of ocean greyhounds I don't care how long it takes to get back 'Cos they can't match the speeds And I've been lost for some time As 243 repeats This voyage speaks for itself The distance, self defeat How long it takes to get back They can't match the speeds And speed means everything 'Cos fate can't match the speeds of ocean greyhounds. They can't match the speeds.