Everyone is Noah,
Everyone is the ark
Everyone has to build themselves up
When heaven’s cruel
And everyone is Noah,
And everyone is the ark
Everyone has to gather souls around them
To feel useful and loving and loved
And everyone is Noah,
And everyone is the ark
Everyone ends up talking to the sky
Or looking the elephant in the eye
And Everyone is Noah,
And everyone is the ark
Everyone will turn their
Hands in to the wood
When they really think
That they really should
And I’m really sorry for your loss
I can’t imagine how that feels
Please build yourself up
Heaven’s cruel
And everyone has found themselves
At the end of their rope
Looking up at the boat saying I don’t know
I don’t know if I can call this home
I don’t know if I can call this home
I don’t know if I can call this home
I don’t know if I can call this home
