Now I understand, with this show of hands, there are no lifeboats below to save you
Pass the hat around, faces facing down
We can't raise you or raise a sweet penny now
Now I've drawn the blinds on these turbulent times
We'll rest easy on our pillows of apathy
But I'll stand by the burning mountainside with an open mind and a bow tie
Miles and miles from land
Now I understand the ghosts capsized your boat, made you a sunken man
This was not the plan, but now I understand the seams had split before the dream even began
But I'll stand by the burning mountainside with an open mind and a soaking bucket of pride