Lyrics

You and your boat of hopes are
Sailing the great blue ocean
For packing your bags so often
You don’t know where you’re going
You say keeping yourself in motion
Keeps you away from the coffin
So where in the world are you going?

You keep running away, running away, running...

Your caloused hands are working
Trying to find some purpose
Earning yourself some paper
Worried that time won’t pay for itself

You say keeping your hands in motion
Keeps you from nailing your coffin up
But where in the world are you going?

It comes to us all...
Death comes to us all