Oh my God, am I the man that I'm to be?
I'm still waking up with my shadow next to me
I'm still taking up all the space in my own mind
Guess I'd hoped it might get better given time

When lo, the days roll in
Behold, the fatal line

I heard my mother she was crying as she prayed
I heard her asking for another way
She saw my future like a memory
Said, "but if it must be so, then let it be"

When lo, the days roll in
Behold the fatal line

Came on a vessel with a sculpted prow
A noble bark she was, from stern to bow
And ere I fathom'd long a berth at sea
I cried, "captain, won't you hold a place for me"

And I fooled myself into thinking
That it's the roar of a wild, wild ocean
When lo, the days roll in
Behold, the fatal line