Hardly Free Summer 2005
Sift the sanity like seaweed
Clear it from the prop
Batten down the hatches Send down the top mast
Pop another cholk
Try not to listen to the wind howl
Ignore the mournful moan
Find the mark on the horizon
Set a course for home
As if some unknown power leading me
As if the tether chafes apart adrift at sea
As if a pack of hounds were closing in on me
I'm alone, But Hardly Free
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