Oh see the light ring through the fog
the herald of that distant star
that guides you the horizon through,
and fades forever when I move.

"Come all," it calls, "and conquer
while your hearts are young and free"
"May all who drink the sea be satisfied,
though all your fears are multiplied
by every inch of tide,
seek your souls before your jaded minds"

I've come to believe they're not the same,
those who would sail and who remain.
I've come to believe they're not the same,
and set to sea to spite the waves.