SHIPS IN THE NIGHT

What’s that you wrote?, I said, as I took a seat
“Funny you should ask,” she said. “Funny way to meet
But here you go, If you want to know.”
So I read the question written there
That’s always hanging in the air
Written, it seemed, as if to me
I read it back to her:
“Are we just ships in the night
Always looking for home?
Are we just ships in the night
Just looking for home?”

As I slept that night inside an angel’s wings
Each gentle touch strumming my heartstrings
As if by magic it seemed we fell into a dream
And in a voice from somewhere deep
She said I’m happy we could meet
Pulling me closer as she fell asleep
She whispered in my ear:
“Are we just ships in the night
Always looking for home?
Are we just ships in the night
Just looking for home?”

To the question she posed now so long ago
The answer I know: You reap what you sow
When what you fear takes control
Though the heart may say no
Now it’s only sometimes in my dreams
Alone in bed as the morning dove sings
She brushes my brow with an angel’s wings
And whispers in my ear:
“Are we just ships in the night
Just looking for home?
Are we just ships in the night
Just looking for home?”
Always looking for home
Just looking for home

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

SHIPS IN THE NIGHT