Like a ship attracted to burning ports
Where no authorities can ask you questions
You stared into my fires and felt safe

Maybe the fires were rosy and warm
Maybe the nights weren’t so lonely
Maybe the dreams became friendlier
Maybe you saw amongst the ruins a place to rest

You settle into port like a dove on the water
You built up a relationship amongst the smoldering docks
But the country began to grow
And people began to question you

Then a little breeze blew and you were gone
Back to the ocean, older and more alone
Recoiling from the pinpricks on your skin
Back into the storms at sea like an albatross

2002