Clear the way   Everyone has come to see you now   They raised a son   They brought him here   Shove away   Everyone has come to be about   We'll pray for wind to bring you home   Was there any way      Son, this ship has died   Still, we're swimming by   Closer to the sky      Sons of sailors seeking glory   While the daughters of seclusion stay behind   Still, her picture's in your pocket   Was she a good one   Enough to keep you swimming through the night      Still, we're falling down   Still, we fall      Son, this ship has died   Still, we're swimming by   Closer to the night sky