Cabin Song

Phone calls comin’ in

Close calls don’t exist

Leavin' home again

Don’t crawl home again

So I traveled back

Front and forth I tack

Cutting slack and then

Leads attacked again

The belly of the whale is where I find

That I might die but return on the other side

It's not an accident the greats align

Turning pain into something mined

Phone calls comin’ in

Close calls don’t exist

Leavin' home again

Don’t crawl home again

So I traveled back

Front and forth I tack

Cutting slack and then

Leads attacked again

Am I out there waiting to get in?

Am I trying to find a sacred way of living?

Are we supposed to sign the sights then shut the door

Leading us to something more?