DESCRIPTION:
Their maps didn't match up,
When he finally began to catch up
With all the warning signs he'd drove past blind
She tried hard to deliver
Her words disguised and disfigured,
But everytime she tried they never came out right
And she would sing,

When will my ship roll in?
When will I sail away?
When will my timing fall into perfect place?
When will the stars that shine, shine me on my way?
When will my ship roll in, and take me away?