Quinzy

These Nautical Miles

"mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling
this gray sky"
i said it then but I can't say it now
i know this ocean that we row
had different plans all along
eye to the glass we are faster than fast
x-ing the squares on the page we ripped out
from a better book than ours
we navigate the stars
they do not have any idea
and if i wanted nothing at all
i would wait my turn, wait my turn
and if i wanted nothing at all
i would wait my turn, wait my turn
i've cracked myself up trying to invent luck
oh, make believe i never even heard about that stuff
so i can lead a normal life
not looking down, looking up

no empty quotes, no anchors left to slow
hold your breath and beg that we float

and if i wanted nothing at all
i would wait my turn, wait my turn
there is nothing left

these nautical miles, our trophies for the trials

and if i wanted nothing at all
i would wait my turn, wait my turn