The Boat

By the time you read this note,

I will be fast upon a boat

May be a ship but they don’t say,

I go about things the wrong way

And you will walk upon the shore, and you will only ask for more

But you can’t reap what I don’t sow, so upon that ship i go

And it seems to me that you racing for the day

When the youth, was not so young

And you hold so tight, the feeling of a broken muse

Past the point when it isn’t fun

And I can barely hold this drink, as you stand alone and think

Bout the time that we both know, from the summer to the snow

And time will only pass us by, like the blinking in your eye

It’s the stuff we can’t get past, it will die before we last

Words & Music By Chris Gostling Copyright 2016 ©

Video by Chris Gostling, Laura Mensinga & Adam McNeill

Shot on a Sony NS700 with a Nikon 35mm at 460fps