Fatal Line

Oh my God, am I the man that I'm to be?
 I'm still waking up with my shadow next to me
 I'm still taking up all the space in my own mind
 Guess I'd hoped it might get better given time
 When lo, the days roll in
 Behold, the fatal line
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 I heard my mother, she was crying as she prayed
 I heard her asking for another way
 She saw my future like a memory
 Said but if it must be so, then let it be
 When lo, the days roll in
 Behold, the fatal line
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 Came on a vessel with a sculpted prow
 A noble bark she was, from stern to bow
 And here I fathom'd long a berth at sea
 I cried, "Captain, won't you hold a place for me?"
 And I fooled myself into thinking
 That it's the roar of a wild, wild ocean
 When lo, the days roll in
 Behold, the fatal line