There’s a nail in the sea
And a shell on the door
And nothing in me
Even less than before
If you try to be free
You may find yourself poor
With a nail in the sea
And a shell on the door
There’s a tide full of rage
And a boat lost at sea
An unwritten page
Left for no one to see
Will the clove scented sage
Erase all memory
Of the tide full of rage
And the boat lost at sea
There’s a morning that’s clear
And the waves face the sky
And everything’s near
No one’s saying goodbye
If you listen you’ll hear
All those tears in my eyes
On a morning that’s clear
And the waves face the sky
There’s a nail in the sea
And a shell on the door
And nothing in me
Even less than before
If you try to be free
You may find yourself poor
With a nail in the sea
And a shell on the door
