And Your Compass Points South Poem by Not The Pilot

this ship goes out to sea
if you were my captain, oh captain
i'd throw you overboard
and in the midst of you search
if you sight what you're expecting
let me know. write me down
write me off. let me go

making love with your mistakes
still heading the wrong way
the wind will blow you down
you'll become friends with the ground where you'll stay

playing music for the water ahead
i missed certain keys
you played the wrong chords
our song came out: an ended romance

now you've put up your dancing shoes
it's time to settle down
you've put up your dancing shoes
it's time to settle down