Helen of Troy

We are sailing, sailing
Across the dark Aegean
Though we'd lay all our swords away
But for Helen of Troy

She is dressed like a goddess, walks like a goddess
Tosses me smoldering glances from the door of her room
I will join her there soon
Little wonder that I am seduced by a siren
A daughter of gods, sent to torture the good and the great
But she is my fate

And we are sailing, sailing,
Across the dark Aegean,
All on a Saturday morning
Bound for Helen of Troy

He stands like a statue, a carved marble statue
Points out his spear like Babe Ruth as he aims for the stands
And he swings with both hands
Both animal and mineral, a god and a general
Almost undefeatable, just one limb short of idea
Achilles' heel

And we are sailing, sailing
Across the dark Aegean
Though we'd lay all our swords away
But for Helen of Troy

I remember I held you, pulled you close just to tell you
'Bout your eyes made of diamond, your body of shimmering snow
And you said, "I know,"

You stand by a streetlight, a flickering streetlight
A taxi pulls up and you welcome its quiet approach
And you're flying out coach
You'll leave in the morning, my Helen adorning
The halls of my memory, the thoughts I may never reveal
The tear of my heel

And we are sailing, sailing
Through time and myth and reason
But no one can hold off the morning
Even Helen of Troy.