The Passage

I tried to walk to the bow of the columbia ferry
Watch the fog from an undisturbed view
But the windows and doors from the ceilings to floors
Were locked up with cables and bars
Well the passengers all became family
Soft houses aligned in a row
With the hawser rope cache
I would think about back at your house at the start of the spring

You said are you in love with me anymore?
I said are you in love with me anymore?
We said no

Well the ship cut a line in the water
Looking back we can see what we’ve done
The clouds gathered one night
The ship thought to be tight
It leaked rain into each every part
So I kicked my feet up in the bar while it rained
And all of the years it looked just the same
The artist told me from the dark stormy sea
Comes a thousand or more spoken voices

They said are you in love with me anymore?
I said are you in love with me anymore?
We said no

Look for the passage
Cause it’s passing through