On our way to the promised land
We set sail without a plan
Bones were aching to be found
But to Davy Jones our hope were bound
Me and my crew we filled our sails
Thought love and loyalty would prevail
Just off the coast of our wildest dreams
I threw the oars into the sea

For a while we thought we could somehow get ashore
Week by week we just drifted a little more
Till nothing was left but the sound
Of friends who don't come around

This blind ambitious youthful boy
Shot his friends down jumped for joy
Bones were aching to be sold
Turned his young blood black as coal
On his way to promised land
He set sail without a plan
Bones were aching to be found
But to Davy Jones his hope were bound

For a while we thought we could somehow get ashore
Week by week we just drifted a little more
Till nothing was left but the sound
Of friends who don't come around

Till nothing was left but the sound
Of friends who don't come around

Nothing was left but the sound
Of friends who don't come around