The Boat Is Full
"The boat is full" I hear us warningas we order french champagne"The boat is full" I hear us yearning"let's build a fence against the rain""The boat is full" I hear us turningon a highway made of gold"The boat is full" we're so concerned andpass a law against the cold
There is someone out there breathingOn the top of all our lungsDo you really think we're easyBecause of what we've done?
If this is full, then what is empty,Other than our will to live?It this Is full, then what exactly,Have we possibly achieved?
So, is this it? Where we beginthey end, they end?So, is this it? Where we begin,They end, they end?