Marc Cohn

I could hear the shutters banging
In my mother's house
And the wind just kept blowing off the lake
I ran down to the front door
And told the ambulance man
Everything's all right here Sir
There must be some mistake
CHORUS 1
Saints preserve us
We're all going down
This ship is sinking in the sea
Saints preserve us
And carry us along
For we may be together in eternity
My father was staring off into another world
And my mother she was laying very still
The baby was crying
And I tried to block it out
Then from somewhere deep inside me
Came a deathly chill