Well, it's the way it goes like the hungry crows
Combing the endless highway graves
And like the drifter throws up his thumb and goes
Hoping to find the high he craves
And like the ocean shows us what she knows just
Down below the waves
When you're both the captain calling out and the crewmen crawling out
Just looking up, amazed
Isn't it always the things you try for can float just out of reach
Just a mirage that fades out moments before breaking through the breach
Well I guess you pick your poison, and mix the oils and
Water like it will
Cause it's a drink of joys and pains and toils
Only the lucky ones can spill
And if you feel like running from the fate that's coming for you
Well you might just get in line
When you're both the engine turning and the sparkplugs burning out
With just one more hill to climb
Isn't it always the things you try for can float just out of reach
Just a mirage that fades out moments before breaking through the breach
And wasn't it fall then winter, spring then summer twenty times at least?
And doesn't it all feel like the perfect sunrise, but your back's turned to the east?
So raise your glass with me
These days are passing us by
No use in asking why
Cause we're all fastened to the mast, and
Last I looked, we're just casting hooks in the wind
Like something is bound to bite
Like the moth is bound to the lanterns light
