Ship in a Bottle

Sometimes I feel like a ship in a bottle
Lost in a corner on somebody’s shelf
Shipshape and unborn imperfect and useless
A copy of someone who could be myself
Somebody made me they put me together
With patience and loving and pieces of string
Caught on a crepe-papier ocean and never
To feel the waves wash me or hear the wind sing
And I wait for the heart of a little boy sailor
To come break the bottle and help me be free
Cause how can I know if I’m floating or sinking
If I don’t take my chances on the wind and the sea
Carry me down to a river that’s peaceful
Set me to sailing and wish me God speech
And I’ll find my way to the blue of the ocean
The wind on the water is all that I need
And a man with the heart of a little boy sailor
To shift with the tide and come sailing with me
And then I will know if I’m floating or sinking
And I’ll take my chances on the wind and the sea