Prophet Of Doom

How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?

All alone on the sea just something drifting by

I always will remain somewhat grim about the future

But here I can dream I'm floating by your house

And the water turns to grass and disappears

Somewhere out in space there's a tree with someone underneath

Seeking shade from their sun that I can't even see

I'd like to see their face in alien moonlight

But now all around, the sea begins to stir

I'm reminded where I am they disappear

A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now

At least I will return to what I'm made of

How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?

All alone and the sea will surely swallow me

I always will believe we still have a future of some kind

But now floating to your door

Floating to your door and the water turns to grass

Floating to your door