Black, Where I Come From

Cumberland Farms, East Main, I stop
To pick up supplies
Then I point my hood ornament downtown
To the bridge
As I lower my stuff on deck and as I
Unfasten the lines
Old man Murphy lays his big hands on the rail and says
"You're going out?"

And I say "Yes, Murph, going out"
And he looks at me in this meaningful way
And says nothing

As I motor past the point
And the "Pleasure craft only" sign
Harbourmaster radios in 'n says
"Joe, you must be
Deaf, dumb and blind
There's a hole as big as Texas on
This here pressure chart
Take a look at it, man, it's big and bad and it's
Still dropping fast"

"What are you doing?"
"Come on, you've got a wife and kids"
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want no part of this, What are you doing?"

Charting a course
Into the heart of the storm
The big black low
Where the weather report says "DON'T!"
It's dark
Where I'm going
But it's black
Where I come from

If I would look back now, I could see
The lighthouse drop out of sight
I could turn back now, but I think
I'll stay out for the night
Mama, it's not that I'm tired of this life
It's not that I like the darkness
It's just I want to see if it ever ends
Find out if the waves and the wind are strong enough
To rip this wheel from my hands

Let the force of the gale tear at my sail
Feel the the spray in my face
Only one of us will have his way
Try to take me where you wanna go
And I'll try to be the one to say "Yes" or "No"
Either way it will be fine
Any way it will be mine
I'll go down or I will fly
And I will know
I've been alive

Charting a course
Into the heart of the storm
The big black low
Where the weather report says "DON'T!"
It's dark
Where I'm going
But it's black
Where I come from

Dark, dark, where I'm going
I see dark clouds ahead
It's dark, so dark where I'm going
But it's black
Where I come from