Tayler Lacey - The Death of the Post Modern Sailor

He lived in a cabin out by the creek
The sorrow in his eyes and the weeps and the whines
Like jet turbines
The little things you find between the cracks
The black soot of the old mine shaft
The kids they laugh

We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times

His Boat was anchored there for six weeks now
I wish I learned to sail but I don't know how, I don't know how
True sailing is dead that's what he said
His voice wrapped up in a, a graspy howl, this God damn town

We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times

It proved that the sound of your kitchen stove
Drowns the magnitude of it all
Oh how we fall
And as the sailor dies out at see
He's looking at you, you're looking back at me, Oh how we grieve

We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times

Written by:
Tayler Lacy

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