Underground River

They say there’s an underground river
That none of us can see
And it flows through winding tunnels
On its way to a tideless sea
And across the sea is an island
A paradise we are told
Where the toils of life are forgotten
And they call it the Island of Souls
For only a soul can go there
A soul that’s been set free
From the confines of a working life
To find eternity
Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given
His casket is sealed with a riveter’s gun
All the days in between he’s just making a livin'
Till he takes to his bed, where he lays down his head
And he’s passed on his tools to his son
Till the ship’s left the quay, only now is he free
And the days of his labor are done
Nah, nah, nah, nah…
This is what we do
We build ships