Prophet of Doom

How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat
 All alone on the sea just something drifting by
 I always will remain somewhat grim about the future
 But here I can dream I'm floating by your house
 And the water turns to gras and disappears
 Somewhere out in space there's a tree
 With someone underneath seeking shade from their sun
 That I can't even see, I'd like to see their face
 In alien moonlight but now all around, the sea begins to stir
 I'm reminded where I am they disappear
 A mile or two below solid ground is waiting for me now
 At least I will return to what I'm made of
 How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat
 All alone and the sea will swallow me
 I always will believe we still have a future of some kind
 But now floating to your door
 Floating to your door and the water turns to grass
 Floating to your door