she handed them to me
she summed them up in forty words
and cast them out to sea
drifting wet and lonely
a jury of my fears
they're floating in an empty bottle
for damn near forty years
no rival tribal conquest
the battle's all but won
I never would have ever guessed
the fighting's just begun
and so I'll sail for twenty years
and gently fall to sleep
you can wake me when we're safely
at the bottom of the briny deep
I'll bring no diving suit
I need no scuba gear
If necessary, I'll hold my breath
for nigh on three score year
