Hey Ahab

It’s a constant struggle getting up that hill
There’s a change of guard every day
When you’re clinging onto a driftwood boat
You pray a great white whale might come your way
No freeway traffic in the frozen North
Just a chain link fence full of birds
And when the harpoon’s loaded in the cannon bay
You’ll be rolling through the pages lost for words
Hey Ahab can you tell me where
I can catch a ride out of here
Hey Ahab hoist that sail
You gotta stand up straight
When you ride that whale
In a crumbling city we were trapped for days
With a broken sun above the clouds
Caught like Jonah forty fathams down
And a sign on the wall saying, «Hope Allowed»
All the cryptic symbols carved on bone
A far cry from a tattooed rose
And when the boys in the rigging catch the wind
We’ll all weigh anchor and it’s westward ho