i walk out of my front door,
surprised at what i see,
i'm standing on my front porch,
while sailing on the sea.
the captain of the house
is standing at the helm,
steering through the water,
with railing made of elm.
the wind still blows us forward,
catching curtain sails,
forward on to nowhere,
my house captain sails.
i go back in, to bed now,
and hope that i will see,
when i wake tomorrow,
my house still on the sea.
