Into the vigil from hiding   His exile was now almost up   Pockets were teeming with spare change   And his mind was eating it up      He'd savored the peace that he'd had but   Now he scans the horizon   Waiting for this storm to pass   Always waiting in silence   Just biding his time      And happened on a young lady   Up from the depths of despair   She spoke with a twist on her tongue   And a marvelous look in her eye      She's said, ?Think before the next time   You take yourself out onto the sea   And go dancing with that grand old man   Sometimes, he plays very gently   But he's just biding his time?      Into the harbor came once a clipper ship   Sails torn and listing severe   When   (Tide it had slipped)   The rats jumped ship   As if they had something to fear      The captain it seems was buried at sea   His madness had taken its toll   The crew headed into the bars of the town   To drink away all of their cares   They had waited for this day for years      One tiny bottle that floats on the sea   Serves as a warning for those who might dream   For those who pursue their obsessions   The wind carries in it the screams   Of the journeyman lost on the ocean      Teased by a beauty who rose from the waves   A rebirth, a watery grave   Down in the depths she savors her prize   She's just biding her time