Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray? You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars drove away 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 Farther and farther, floating away Will never return now, all wooden and burned out They echo and groan now in their salty graves All the memories fade, send the the ghosts on their way Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow Someone else's tomorrow