Alone she sails with the one who failed
She's old and frail and it's enough to make the distance
And the waves hold on
To the man who left his kingdom on the shore
We're back again in my dad's car
Unraveling from the phone call
We're back again with the brights on
No bags allowed at the witch's ball
And I'll hold your hand
Without knowing it
And it was cold and gray
Wish I could feel the rain