 Six long months at sea, now a warmer current brings
Echoed fragments of a song I think we wrote
With a worn thin book of maps and a faith so full of holes
It's a miracle we even stayed afloat
We could taste the salt through our fingertips
And knew the time had come
So we said goodbye to the lives we'd lived
And we pulled our anchor up
Now we scrape the barnacles from off our hearts
And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah
You can feel the end even as we start
And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Just done letting go of the things I used to own
Now I guess the tides are changing once again
I got so goddamn good at navigating on my own
But I guess it's time to bring the old boat in
Well, I've worked so hard to get my sea legs
I've earned these calloused hands
But I drank this ocean down to the dregs
And I'm thirsty for dry land
Now I scrape the barnacles from my heart
And I row the boat to shore, hallelujah
I heard sirens sing themselves apart
So I row the boat to shore
I row the boat to shore, hallelu, hallelujah
Hallelu, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
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