Phone it in again, another in bank, I'm spoiled by the riches I had a line to remember and I wrote it in the sand Tried to go get it but the tide swooned
We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win You bet
We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me
We share without knowing, screams soaring in every direction We sweat like boat builders and marvel at our work, Smiling at the imperfections
We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win We will get up to get down Keep the faith, sing loud
We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me Why'd I wait so long to break these chains
Give them our regards out there Tell them we'll be back again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you
Smiling at the imperfections as they disappear over the horizon
From Rain City to Gainesville we ran Then back to Melville again With whiskey-soaked tales, half-forgotten Still in the bottle at the bottom
Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me Why'd I wait so long to take the reins of my life Why'd I wait so long to break these chains Why'd I wait so long to take the reins
We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory here
I've been guilty, I know it, believe me I admit, I've been bored, I've been lazy Down and out on Cherokee Street Give our regards to them 'til we return again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you