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)