I am a captain of many years
I test the wind from the eastern pier
Seemed so still
Not until the open water
Will the storm then creep
Like a hunters snare, flashed across the air, waves of wild-eyed mares
Set adrift on the northern sea
Drinking wine to balance at the swaying water
Back and forth!
In the north sea's whirlpool
We got s**ed in
And down below, these disarming calms grow, they'll never let you go