Gotta stop blaming me For the end of the outpouring Never wrote symphony Without first feeling boring Wish the winds would blow for me But apathy comes creeping Another midnight lost at sea Red sky in the evening Red sky in the evening So call out to the captain Tell him the winds are dying Dying Never thought You’d wish that you would hit sand Red sky in the evening The evening The flood begins with the first drop But I haven’t seen a cloud in months A cloud in months Wishing for a warning sign Red sky in the morning light The morning light So call out to the captain Tell him the winds are dying Dying Never thought You’d wish that you would hit sand Red sky in the evening The evening So call out to the captain Tell him the winds are dying Dying Never thought You’d wish that you would hit sand Red sky in the evening The evening So call out to the captain Tell him the winds are dying Dying You wish that you would hit sand Red sky in the evening, oh