Salvage a Smile

Dead eye from the wood of life Hold the ropes and the rigging lines Red-eye A.M. here I lie Shipwreck pa*sing underneath What of the sailor and her spinning wheel? What was she thinking being swallowed by the water whole? Red on the left, green on the right You can see me coming in the morning light Bra*s and gla*s and rusted iron s*xtant here for the heavenly bodies Compa*s here but the needle's shot Magnetic deviation screws me up Break the gla*s from your hanging lanterns Break the sea with your blackened anchors And you might end up a floating junk pile But you can always scramble to salvage a smile You can always scramble to salvage a smile