Lucky number 13

Oh, buddy

I see your skeleton still hangs
From the same crossing as ever
The bridge with the tracks
Just above the river
Swaying in the breeze
Brought in by tide, nearby
From an ocean open wide

Your rope necktie
Cradling your boney nape
But the darkness is coming in
The sun's light fades
You're looking down at
White, boney toes
And at the waves
As they get blacker
And blacker

But as they break the crag
Do you notice, friend
That the waves always grow darkest
Before they come crashing?
The waves always grow darkest
Before they come crashing.