The tide will tug at my hips
And the salt will dry upon my collar
I'll have splinters for oars
And I'll break her heart in fourteen places

She'll make light of the dark
As I lay her low

Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso

We'll sleep to the creeking of timbers
The pitch and yaw of empty vessels
I'll plot points on a curve
Over all her tender navigation zone

My mutinous heart
I can't overthrow

Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso

Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso, tell me to go
Oh kalypso

Maps that end where they begin
Will guide us through these bitter winds
Through seven years of sad goodbyes
Two tiny ships on vast horizons