Orca Blue

What is a poor sailor to do?
When he hasn’t got you
To see him through,
As the waves crash against my orca blue?

What is young man to think?
When you’ve left him all alone on white tombstone brink?
What indeed am I left to think,
When you’ve left me with a just a wink?

What am I to say,
When you’ve let me go astray?
What can I really say,
When you’ve left it all for me to pay?
The sun darling has beat down on me day after day.

And why can’t I,
I, the poor sailor bring myself to cry?
Why, as I look on the horizon,
Cant I see why you didn’t help me fly?

What am I to believe?
With the dirt on my sleeve,
When you chose to leave,
Leaving me with this life to heave.
What, oh what my dear am I left to believe?

What is a poor sailor to do?
When he hasn’t got you
To see him through,
As the waves crash against my orca blue?