Consider me a widow, boys 
and I will tell you why. 
It's not the man, but it's the marriage 
that was drowned. 
 
So I walk the walk 
and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, 
Looking for a kind of vessel 
I have never found. 
 
Though I saw it splinter 
I keep looking out to sea, 
Like a dog with little sense, 
I keep returning, 
 
To the very area where  
I did see the thing go down 
as if there's something at the site  
I should be learning. 
 
That line is the horizon. 
We watch the wind and set the sail, 
but save ourselves when all omens 
point to fail. 
 
If I tell the truth 
then I will have to tell you this 
Though I grieve (and I believe 
i feel it truly) 
 
But I knew that ship was empty  
by the time it hit the rocks, 
we could not hold on 
when fate became unruly. 
 
So consider me a widow, boys,  
and I have told you why. 
Does the weather say  
a better day is nearing? 
 
I'll set my house in order now 
and wait upon the Will 
It's clear that I need  
better skill in steering... 
 
That line is the horizon. 
We watch the wind and set the sail, 
But save ourselves when all omens 
point to fail.