Have you ever been baptized, in the cool winter water
On a Sunday morning, when the sky was gray
We filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver
To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars drove away

And all the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way
Tell them they've had their day,
It's someone else's tomorrow

The tall and the tiny, ships on the water
Smaller and smaller, floating away
Will never return now, all wooden and burned down
They echo and groan now, in their salty graves

And the memories fade, send the ghosts on their way
Tell them they've had their day,
It's someone else's tomorrow
Someone else's tomorrow