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