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Fifth and Final

from Story For Another Storm by Chris Webb

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We wandered down the Bristol docks and dreamt of going to sea
If we sent out a necklace made of bottle caps we'd find it eventually

So dress warm, stay free, the salt in the air isn't bare enough for me. And ride fortunes, wave home. You're a sailor, a pilot, a pirate, a tug on a string

I heard a voice down in Omaha, it was singing a melody
Was it 'Royal City' verse, or Adam in the room serenading your journey east?

So dress warm, stay free, the salt in the air isn't bare enough for me. And ride fortunes, wave home. You're a sailor, a pilot, a pirate, a tug on a string

So at night I hear a whispering, the trees singing shanties all night.
As a plane soared high and a boat sailed on, I jumped on a train out of spite.
Cause out of sight means out of love, the mind is wherever you dream
So in the fifth and final stage of grief I watch from my balance beam

So dress warm, stay free, the salt in the air isn't bare enough for me. And ride fortunes, wave home. You're a sailor, a pilot, a pirate, a tug on a string

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from Story For Another Storm, released March 23, 2016

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