Thought my ship came in. Took good care of me. Cashed all my chips in. Took its share of me. They don't know the score took a toll on me. They don't know the score took control of me. The ship is sailing by. Without a way. Without a why. Without a sea. They can't read my thoughts. They can't tape my dreams. They can't play this scene. It's not the plague. It's not disease.