The Stove Boat Song

Oh, they call me Old Thunder
Call it hagiography
But I stole the fire when they slept
And they sing of my damning
And they sing for my death
I'll make 'em sing the stove boat song

You took a piece of me
I'm here to make peace with that
But it's hard to let some parts of you go
Now I can't feel the wind
I can't smell the salt
I can't sleep through the night 'til I find you

Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing 'til the drama's done!

I'm tired now so fuck it
Let's head back to Nantucket
'Cause it's been 35 years of this mess
But back there is everything except you
So why would I change here where I know what to do
I heard where there's wisdom, there is woe
Where's there's woe, well there's madness
And madness pulls greatness in tow
As I walk above unevenly, I'll sing along with you

Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing 'til the drama's done!

My bed is a coffin, so I'll sleep no more
I'll keep chasing 'til my leg gives way
Let god hunt us down
Let the water surround us
We'll rust amidst the green and blue
Once the stars become nameless
We can set fire to the pages
I won't care what they'll write about us
Then we'll finally sing our own damn song
I'll have been with you all along

Oh we call, we call, for an old black swan
Or a boat with a hole in the hull
We're gone, we're gone, lost in the maelstrom
And we sing 'til the drama's done!