Sky Captain

March 3, 2010. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved
On a pirates ship just south of Outskirts Toledo
I sailed through the white clouds with old captain Grey
Sailed away through the sunset but who cares where we go
Cause we know the compass will show us the way

Hoist the sales, raise anchor, drink rum, laugh at danger
The sky captain's crew men can make no mistakes
Take the time you spend here to release all that anger
Prepare for the tide turn when new daylight breaks

It cracks like a pistol the day breaks like crystal
The whistle is sounded the ship shifts and shakes
This one isn't little we flew through the middle
Mother earth takes her toll on all our mistakes

Three days from the harbor the storms getting harder
It seams that the kind stars have sealed all our fates
Grey's face shows no bother the old captain's smarter
He charters a new course and measures the stakes

Hoist the sales, raise your glasses, yell loud bet your asses
The sky captain's crew men will make no mistake
Still mother earth thrashes our ship as she crashes
The sky captain's crew men were no match for her wake

You once told me you could save time in bottle
And coddle the memories fleeing each day
Could I have just a small sip, hardly a swallow
And bring back the memories with old captain Grey