Okkervil River - Lost coastlines

^CPacked and all eyes turned in no one to see on the quay No one waving for ^Amme just the shoreline receding T^Ficket in my hand and thinking ^Gwish I didn't hand it in Cause ^Cwho said sailing is fine Leaving behind all the faces that I might re^C7place if I tried on that ^Amlong ride ^FLooking deep inside but I don't ^Gwant to look so deep inside yet

^CSit down sit down on the prow to wave ^Ambye There might not be an^Fother star farther on the ^Cline ^CLook out look out at each town that glides ^Amby And there's ^Fanother crowd to drown in crying ^Ceyes ^CAnd see how that light you love now just won't ^Amshine There might just be an^Fother star that's high and far in some other ^Csky ^G

We sing ^C"Is that marionette real enough yet to step off of that set And de^Amcide what her hands might be doing? ^FRuining the play, to in the ^Gensuing melee escape?" We ^Cpacked up all of our bags the ship's deck now sags From the weight of our tracks as we ^Ampace beneath flags Black and batte^Fred rattling our swords in service ^Gof some fated foreign war

^CWe sail out on orders from him But we ^Amfind the maps he ^Fsent to us don't mention lost coast^Clines ^CWhere nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or out^Amlined And we don't re^Fcognize the names upon str^Cange signs

And every ^Cnight finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and ^Amwide Well we have l^Fost our way nobody's gonna say it ^Coutrig^Ght ^CJust go la la la la la la la la la ^CLa l^Ama la l^Fa la l^Ga la la (ad nauseum)