In Search of the Miraculous

Are you what they call a sailor?
Is your heart restless and free?
With a sailor's grave tattood upon your arm?
Sinking steadily?
Have you heard about that daughter?
The one whose body just gave up?
Oh, someone said that she was your lover
But I doubt that very much

Yes, it's true, I am a sailor
In fact, I am the one that you have heard about
And I sail my ship for all to see
I have been doing so for many years

And that's enough for all of your questioning
I just do what I am supposed to do
And sail away, sail away, sail away
And sail away, sail away, sail away

Deborah was only 18
She wore my bracelets nearly every day
You know, she used to give me her cigarettes
And I don't know what went wrong