This sinking ship All rusted brown It leans for land Desperate not to drown
Oh, our machines Will come and go They'll bow with age
Even as they grow And oh, my son
When you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son When you get old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
Uncork the wine We’ll draw it in You cut the line We'll spread them thin
Oh how our dream Will come and go Most much too fast
Some far too slow And oh, my son When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
And oh, my son When you get old
I hope your heart is light enough for you to float So write your book
Though it gets wet
The page is booked The letters bled Oh, how these sons Will come and go
But there's just one that’s close enough to dry this boat
And oh, that sun Will come and go
And when it's gone it darkens everything we know And oh, my son When you get old
I hope your heart's still light enough for you to float
And oh, my son When you are old I hope your heart is light enough for you to float
