"The Beaufort Scale" lyrics

Waiting for my love to come
I devised the Beaufort Scale
In my sadness I began
My research for the Beaufort Scale

I went into the stinging tide
The waves were big
I nearly died
And when the sun hung up to dry
I realized
That I

Did not want my love to come
I was happy as a child
I had no time for anyone
My wits too quick, my hair too wild

I slaved away
And I never slept
While the wicked weather wept
And sang a song that I thought I was used to

But then the hurricane came raging through
And all my thoughts went straight to you
I left my papers on the floor
And rushed up to the heathing shore

And then my love arrived at last
And I revised my Beaufort Scale
My academic days were past
I used my count to make a sale

I classified the swirling air
By the way it moved her hair
I noticed how her lips were dry in winter

But when the hurricane came raging past
And we were hit below the mast
Amidst the papers on the floor
The boat approached the heathing shore
We heard the creak we heard the groan
We're thankful that we weren't alone
We left the papers as they lay
And dived into the violent spray

Everything is useless to me now
Everything is useless to me in
This
Giant place