I’m on a ship that’s in a bottle and I’m trapped inside
These walls of glass that hold my sky
I wait for the waters to subside
While I use my hands to dry my eyes.
It’s hell in here
Tossed in the waves
My lonely years
Expressed in the staves
All because I picked up a bottle
Lying there at the edge of the water
Seeing something down inside
I held the bottle to my eye
Sometime later, I awoke inside
At first, I thought that I had died.
But I had not, I’m quite alive.
And desperate, do you hear my cries?
Alas, I have given up.
To reach shore would take more than luck.
I lay down on the deck of the ship,
Expecting to sleep, I would drift,
When the bottle came to a roll
And rested in a shallow hole
On a beach like the one I once knew
Under a sky of a shadowy blue
A young girl has found me
She dusts the sand from the bottle
“No, don’t look inside the bottle!”
“No, no! Don’t,” I holler.
But it’s too late
I feel real weak
And suddenly now, I’m awake on the beach
The bottle laying at my feet
I took that bottle and threw it far and deep.
Remembering how many years I’d weeped.
I turned and ran up the beach
As I heard a young woman calling out for Clarice,