There’s a ship inside my head
It sails upon the seas
that stretch, that roll out from my bed
to the far shore of me

sometimes that ship it runs aground
because the tide is out
and blind men, blind men think me drowned
and beached deep in their drought

But tides, well they run deep and true
they go, and then return
with golden glad tidings of you
that splash my bow, my stern

And my sails bloom, are full once more
and dance upon the breeze
I slice thru waves, I dive, I soar
set free from my dis-easeTo sail and sail, to skim beneath
the moon there in Her bliss
and I wrapped safely in Her wreath
and sainted by Her kiss…
Ahhh…there’s a ship inside my head
I sail the ancient seas
of greens, and blues, and golden-red
I sail the seas of me