The fisherman comes up    puts his two poles in the sand    he stares out at the sea    just exactly like me    but I’ve got a book in my hand    we will have caught on to something by the end of the day    but mostly we think about the one that got away.      I’ve seen like a bird    what pleasures the surface can bring    I’ve lost my best craft   going foolishly back    to where to Sirens sing    I’ve stared up at the place where the water meets the sky    and though I stopped breathing I still believe I should try    maybe a boat in search of lost treasures will pass by.       ‘Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty    when she’s shining in the port    and the harbor clings to the jetty    for protection and support    out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play    you’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day.       I’ve walked through the desert    climbed over mountains so high   through jungles and plains    I took buses and trains    and airplanes across the sky    but none as seductive as ocean before me alone    and now I know why    you layered your pockets with stones.      ‘Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty    when she’s shining in the port    and the harbor clings to the jetty    for protection and support    out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play    you’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day.       When I was a girl    all of my fancy took flight    and I had this dream   Could outshine anything   even the darkest night    now I wait like a widow for someone to come back from sea    I’ve always known    I was waiting for me       ‘Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty    when she’s shining in the port    and the harbor clings to the jetty    for protection and support    out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play    you’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day.