Some days we’re ripped and torn away
From the shore and tossed to a watery grave
Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse

We call for help when no one’s around
Shot down fleeting thoughts never make a sound
Set adrift in the depths of the dark in the heart of the sea where we wish

I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then await for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky i’m drenched i’m feeling so alive

Eyes closed tight my ears open for the boat

Chuck Ragan – The Boat (with Rocky Votolato) – CARDINAL SESSIONS (by CardinalSessions)