Over My Head - Martin Sexton

I’m looking out into the ocean

This boy in a boat that I am

Through the haze I can catch a glimpse

Of the damage that’s been done

Miles like minutes they pass as I row

And I count them in my head

Further and further I seem to go

From the home that I once made

I raise the anchor, raise these tired hands

And no direction and my pockets full of sand

I’m over my head

And the first few days of this journey

Friends and strangers came aboard my ship

Until the gifts of their passing

Crowded my quarters with gold

I’ve got no room for them anymore

For I fear I might go under

My anchor is tangled in weeds down below

As I heed the distant thunder calling me

Raise the question that’s in front of me

Clear as the sun I feel through the haze I’ll never see

I’m over my head on the crazy ocean

I’m over my head on the stormy sea

I’m over my head with a clear commotion

I’m over my head and it’s killing me

I’ll raise my bow to the winds that blow

Face the storm face to face as I know

She’s banging hard on my cabin door

So I face my fear face to face and what’s more

She’s in front of me, she’s in front of me

But then she’s gone for just awhile

And I’m crying

I’m over my head