The Baited Line

We are riding across the bounding main
Steering an old funky-ass bateau, oh
We arrive in time for the dawn of day

Most of us strain to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the pulling line

Caulk and duct tape keep us all afloat
It's not good to want a thing too much
Drives luck away down, down the road
But now and then, the air vibrates
And the water roars
And the music of the catch rose up
Like a choir of harps and horns

Everyone strains to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the baited line



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Christopher Moose, Bruce Randall Hornsby, Nadia Sirota, Gabriel Emile Cabezas, Carmen Jonathan Camerieri, Hideaki Aomori, Alexandra Sopp
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