Never.

A PASSING SHIP

A passing ship, I have found the open ocean 

Give me no lip, the waves roll by as I press on 

A sunlit sea, on the first day in April 

How fresh the wind, will you miss me when I'm gone 

How many words, how many songs still unwritten 

How many ships of the line have come and gone 

In the good old days, may they never be forgotten 

They had heavy wind or they had no wind at all 

A passing ship, it is midnight on the ocean 

Had a real long trip, I have been at sea all winter 

When my ship came in, I was giving up the ghost 

I think I should be, leaving those passing ships alone 

When the sea runs high, the sea runs wild and I'm unsteady 

And I think of you, in the warmth of your home and family 

When love is true, there is no truer occupation 

And may this gale, blow us to the ones we love 

Another day, another ocean 

Give me no lip, but stand aside as I pass on 

A sunlit sea, on the last day of October 

How fresh the wind, will you miss me from now on 

I guess I should be leaving passing ships alone

Gordon Lightfoot