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Crying back to consciousness,
The coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.
Seaspray blurs my vision,
Waves roll by so fast,
Save my ship of freedom
I'm lashed, helpless to the mast.
Remembering when first I held
The wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
And sailed for distant lands.
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just don't understand
Why must my crew desert me
When I need a guiding hand?
Call out for direction
And there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
But there's no one there to hear.
Cry out supplication
For the maelstrom is near.
Scream out desperation but
No one cares to hear.
The coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.
Seaspray blurs my vision,
Waves roll by so fast,
Save my ship of freedom
I'm lashed, helpless to the mast.
Remembering when first I held
The wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
And sailed for distant lands.
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just don't understand
Why must my crew desert me
When I need a guiding hand?
Call out for direction
And there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
But there's no one there to hear.
Cry out supplication
For the maelstrom is near.
Scream out desperation but
No one cares to hear.
Lyrics submitted by Vozzy
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Overall, this is pretty fucking depressing song. And an expression of Peart's agnosticism.