Corsican Mastiff Stride

We sail, we sleep, we scry by land We dig a pit beneath the sand A place to keep the sun at bay At dark we rise and find our way With our faithful companion by our side Put it all on the table and let it ride Close to the drop-off on our long slide The land we left becomes a dream The ghosts we knew, they rise like steam They leave some trails against the sky All but invisible to the eye With our faithful companion by our side Put it all on the table and let it ride Close to the drop-off on our long slide Call off the search party Let mourners wail by the shore Point to the spot where our ship disappeared We're not coming home any more Should you succeed and breach the coast You tell your friends you've seen a ghost You tell them all "There's nothing here worth dying for" You leave it there With your faithful companion by our side Put it all on the table and let it ride Real close to the drop-off on our long slide Go --- Corsican Mastiff Stride - The Mountain Goats