When does the ship know it’s time to go.

Do you wait, can’t be sure, nobody knows.

There might be more, maybe they’re slow.

But you can’t wait forever, cause the world will flow.

 

When does the ship know it’s time to go.

All seems grey, no-one to heave-ho.

Can we wait for slow-coaches? Nobody knows.

We’ll wait, til the pull calls, now it is go.

 

When does the ship know it’s time to go.

Maybe when the call breaks, and it’s time to let go.

 

I like Tolkein.