We have spent rudderless nights waking up on a sail of regretnShe'd sit up upon the bed and angled to the westnDipped our fingers in, oh, the water it was wetnDampness and shame, salty curls around the napes of our necksnnPunctured by the compass needles, riled with certaintynThe rescue boats are useless when none of us can agreenHear the brimy call, the ocean's gusty gnashing of her teethnBreaking up the pretty cups and taking what she needsnnThere's a knocking on the hull, you hear itnThere's bones a-rattlin' under usnWe set out without the smarts to fear itnWith ignorance and gutless trustnnTell me once again if everything is as it seemsnIf things are getting better, what's that crashing down the stream?nThe wind you say, the storm it came, remember our retreatnAnd our good days might come and stay and signal our defeatnnIf drug up from the muck I reel in what I hope will benA drove of golden apples from the golden apple treenFlush with fertile seeds, I give them all away for freenFor this our people should be known throughout all historynnBut from here we crouch and watch the plundernOf the world we built with sweat and lovenWhy were you not built for wonder?nWhy will you never get enough?nnYou say when you landed you could tellnThat your conquest would go wellnThough you wet yourself with fearnYou were sure your god was nearnnThe wind, you say, the storm that camenAnd our good days might come and stay