There's a leak in the teak
In the cracks between the boards
Where a little bit of ocean seeps
It's the same in my brain
Just a trickle of the pain
Comes to sink me when I'm feeling sane I can’t complain
I used to be the fool who would raise his head to blame the rain
It won't help to rage at the rainstorm
That's not gonna keep me afloat
What I need is just to bail my boat
Now I know, how it goes
There are sailors who survive and there’s
Finer ones that slip below - all alone.
I'm afraid - How I'm made, Is just a bit thin-skinned when
The hurricane is closing in Same old spin
It gets me twisted till I think I will never find a way to win
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(INSTRUMENTAL first half of verse)
If I'm there In despair
Getting pounded by the waves in
The up and down of world affairs Unprepared
The sea is gonna crash but it doesn't have to take me there
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