mark my words it's on today
my threat has come to fact
all I got I’ll give away
only got my pact left to pack
 

I’ll take what I can
through crimson tide and stone skipped hands
cast a line far away from land
with the wind at my sails
and my shoes in the sand
 

wading in the warmth and refuge
drifting by the time
I’ll stow away my cardinal virtues
and ration out my dreams of ways
and days I left behind
 

I’ll take what I can
through crimson tide and stone skipped hands
cast a line far away from land
with the wind at my sails
and my shoes in the sand
 

I’ll take what I can
ain’t no scheme or master plan
just cast a line far away from land
with the wind at my sails and my shoes in the sand