Ambrose Lightship (Jones) BMI ©2003

I awoke that morning, feeling oh so sure

Tied up the torture, and tugged by the lure

Walked down East River, to South and Fulton Streets

I saw the Ambrose Lightship, mourning on the deep

See my well found face

See my great escape

I climbed atop the mast, set my course ahead

People pointing fingers and holding on their breath

Policemen spread out nets, awaiting me to fall

Climbing up behind me, to help me solve it all

See my well found face

See my great escape

A breeze blew in my face, waiving me up high

Sun began to sparkle through the tearing in my eyes

Alas the crowd was silent, nothing more was said

I finally made my crossing from the living to the dead

See my well found face

See my great escape