The lone sailor

All have left

All have left

My mates all have left the ship

A voyage that I started many a moons ago still continues

But still as the calm seas take me along

I think of my mates and the rattle that was the crew

Aah the days that we thought that we were a team

We are still

But to see the empty chairs I feel that I am the last in line

Playing some kind of weird Russian roulette

As I sail on to a destination yet unknown

I sing.

 All have left all have left

My mates have all left the ship

Yet I shall remain here bounded and caged to this ship of mine

Because I am the lone sailor