So now I'm sailing back toward the beach A little lighter when she's not breathing I lay the anchor, the emerald sea Behind her eyelids lays back on me Someone's gone missing, beware the tide Let's go to Montauk, we'll hitch a ride Up to the lighthouse to pass the time Drinking and dancing, Lord, getting high I can't get sober, I've done too wrong Tomorrow morning this new girl's gone There are no ships out upon the water My baby's ghost dragged them down to the deep So I'll go missing somewhere upstate Inside a bottle with just her face From that old picture on Montauk Bay Taped to the rifle that I'll use someday