Sail to Ithaca

Cursed by the Gods twenty years at war
Stuck at sea for 10 more
Drift with me as I serenade you like a siren
Calling Odysseus from his grave

Oh baby take it easy on me
I'm doing the best I can
Drinking gasoline and lost inside of me
The wound it festers, and I'm not that lost I swear
The wound it festers, and I'm not that lost I swear

Poseidon cannot rage for his lungs filled up with plastic
Now he has nothing to say
All his creatures fill up with plastic too
What a day in age to be stuck at sea with you
Oh baby take it easy on me
I'm doing the best I can
Punching TV screens and lost inside of me
The wound it festers, and I'm not that lost I swear
The wound it festers, and I'm not that lost I swear

You think I'm Calypso
Maybe you're right
Trying to keep you here and high on me
I have such a hard time letting go

We wont die at sea, or sail to Ithaca either
We wont die at sea, or sail to Ithaca either
We wont die at sea, or sail to Ithaca either



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Writer(s): Alicia Hoelzer
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