Catch That Ferry

Pack every bag I can carry
Hop into the rental gotta catch that ferry
I can make it just barely
Accounted for the weather but traffic could get hairy
I'm island bound
Gotta get over the Wrong Island Sound
I'm wilin' out
I've been stuck on 95 for a while now
No task too daring
90 on the highway gotta catch that ferry
Couple suitcases and the rags that I'm wearing and
I left all of the rest in my past life buried
I got a place to be, a job to work, and I don't like to taste defeat
I'm on a warpath and Imma scrape and bleed and gnaw
And gore anyone who chastens me. My train is leaving soon
Assed out, weary. Fuck a rest stop gotta catch that ferry
Crash site rubberneckers can't stop staring. Not me
I'm top speed. Pass uncaring. I'm cold
They say this island is a dream.
Get paid by the day then get high by the beach
Like trial by fire order. Violent, serene
I'm just tryna make a boat then I'll try to believe
Now the gas light glaring
Can't stop now. Gotta catch that ferry
Swing late my catamaran chariot
Otherwise Imma need a campsite dearly
Last chance, last-second, Hail Mary
It's a mad dash. Gotta catch that ferry



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Writer(s): Patrick Childers
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