Well the empire I rule is a room with no view
The trumpets are silent
The pleasures are few
The flags on this palace hang tattered and pale
My jewels have been stolen
My kingdoms for sale
And the prisoner he waits but no ransom is paid
And there is no escape and the sentence is grave
Will I ever be rescued
From exiled disgrace
Or will I sink without trace?
Well the ship that I sail is on perilous seas
There’s a ghost on the bridge
There’s a knife in the breeze
There’s a crew with a mutinous look in their eyes
There’s a hole in the bows
There’s a storm in the sky
And the helmsman he’s blind, he can’t see what he’s doing
And the rigging has fallen to wrack and to ruin
Will we ever make harbour
Get out of this place
Or will we sink without trace?
The train that I’m on it went down the wrong track
But it’s too late to stop now
There’s no turning back
You can blame it on luck, you can say it was fate
The one thing that’s sure
Is we’re bound to be late
And the driver he’s drunk and the signals all fail
And my baggage is lost and the carriage derailed
Will we ever pull in
To the station of grace
Before we sink without trace?
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