Times were changing   Eighteen years and fading   Ain't a lot of time left to be a star      On an island      All alone and dying      Walk upon the water   But you won't get far      Dreams and visions   Tied into decisions   Saw you on a postcard   From the other side      Hope and glitter      Never feeling bitter      Walk upon the water      Just to be your bride      Don't tell me now   That there is nothing more   There is a how   Just like there is a door   And if there's not to be another way   You tell me why      Why      Why         Stay and follow   If the words are hollow   Gotta' go along   Cause it's all you got      Each day earn them   Turn around and burn them   Think your fitting in   But you hope you're not      Neatly drowning      Every drink your downing   If you drink enough      You'll forget the game         Each illusion      Wrapped in absolution   Live your life in weekends   But it's not the same      Don't tell me now   That there is nothing more   There is a how   Just like there is a door   And if there's not to be another way   You tell me why      Why      Why      Why      And as he stood there cursing fate   For making life so hard   It seemed that fate had listened   For she dealt another card      For arriving in the harbour   Silhouetted against the sky   Was a ship bound for america   And her name, "maersk dubai"      And so when no one else was looking   And the ship was safely moored   He waited for his moment   Then he quickly snuck on board      Then he found himself a hiding place   Between two crates of iron ware   And as for distant america   In his mind he was already there      But what he was unaware of   As they sailed away from shore   Was that there were other stowaways   And he was one of four      And meanwhile the old sailor   Had walked right past that pier   While still conversing with the ocean   On the strengths of his idea      And as he walked he came upon   A youth he thought asleep   But the ocean said that he was not   And brushed a wave against his feet      And when the young man didn't stir   But lay quite still instead   The sailor took a closer look   And saw that he was dead      And all around the body   Was something he had never seen   Little cellophane packages   Marked "blackjack guillotine"      And so he asked the ocean   What these strange packets were      And she answered they held the heroin      That in his blood the youth had stirred      And it is certainly a sign   That things have gotten out of hand   When one can purchase ones own death   And choose it by the brand