Kris Kristofferson


One day as I was sailing on the Caribbean Sea

I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly

Her sails were torn and tattered

And her wheel was spinning free

I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me



‘Cause like a ship without a rudder

I’m just drifting with the tide

And each day I’m drawing closer to the brink

Just a speck upon the waters

Of an ocean deep and wide

I won’t even make a ripple when I sink


As I pulled along beside her and I climbed upon her deck

In the silence I could feel the hair a rising on my neck

I thought as I walked through the empty quarters down below

That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul


In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave

That seemed to say there ain’t no way to leave this floating grave

And when I scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream

Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream


**Repeat Chorus


Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved


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