Jack waits on the shore With a compass in his hand His heart is lost at sea And he has no cares for land White salt circles on his skin Cracking, cracking, glittering White, white birds are circling Crying: "why you still waiting?" Jack waits on the shore With a compass in his hand His heart is lost at sea And he has no cares for land There's sand in the crescents of his nails His mouth is filled with sand And is it sand that brings saltwater to his eyes? Is it sand that brings saltwater to his eyes? Jack waits on the shore With a compass in his hand His heart is lost at sea And he has no cares The roaring of the sea fills up his ears Jack is listening for something that he never hears And he sings "oh your song has sunk a thousand sails So why did you guide me home through the gales?" Jack waits on the shore With a compass in his hand He turns towards the sea He turns away from land