six long month at sea
now warmer current brings
echoed fragments of the song I think we wrote
with a worn thin book of maps
and a faith so full of holes
it’s a miracle we even stayed afloat
we could taste the salt throught our fingertips
and knew that time had come
so we said goodbye to the lives we’d lived
and we pulled our ancors up
now we scrape the barnacles from our hearts
and we row the boat to shore
hallelujah
you can fell the end
even as we start
and we row the boat to shore
hallelujah
just done letting go
all the things I used to own
now I guess the tides are changing once again
I got so goddamn good at navigation on my own
but I guess it’s time to bring the old boat in well
I’we worked so hard to get my sea legs
I’ve earned these calloused hands
but I drank this ocen down to the dregs
and I’m thirsty for dry land
now I scrape these barnacles from my heart
and I row the boat to shore hallilujar
I hears sirens sing
themselves apart
so I row the boat to shore
I row the boat to shore
hallilujah
hallilujah
(repeat more and more)
