Fatal Line

Oh my God, am I the man that I'm to be? I'm still waking up with my shadow next to me I'm still taking up all the space in my own mind Guess I'd hoped it might get better given time When lo, the days roll in Behold, the fatal line I heard my mother, she was crying as she prayed I heard her asking for another way She saw my future like a memory Said but if it must be so, then let it be When lo, the days roll in Behold, the fatal line Came on a vessel with a sculpted prow A noble bark she was, from stern to bow And here I fathom'd long a berth at sea I cried, "Captain, won't you hold a place for me?" And I fooled myself into thinking That it's the roar of a wild, wild ocean When lo, the days roll in Behold, the fatal line