The journey is restless, but
the ship is marvelous
It's a beautiful ship
Unfortunately without ship gnomes
to help the whole lot escape, no
there are only fools on board
who sing songs of freedom
and toast to distant beaches
Alas, we get off our course
The magnetic field loses strength
and the north pole is shifting
Ports remain unread
Sessilia grab us by the keel
growing anchors to the deep
of the restless water
The unreachable moon draws
a sweet scent in the salty air
But who could live there?