Boat Builders Songtext / Lyric

Phone it in again, another in bank, I'm spoiled by the riches

I had a line to remember and I wrote it in the sand

Tried to go get it but the tide swooned



We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad

Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win

You bet



We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers

Here be no guts, no glory

There be no guts, no glory

Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me



We share without knowing, screams soaring in every direction

We sweat like boat builders and marvel at our work,

Smiling at the imperfections



We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad

Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win

We will get up to get down

Keep the faith, sing loud






We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers

Here be no guts, no glory

There be no guts, no glory

Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me

Why'd I wait so long to break these chains



Give them our regards out there

Tell them we'll be back again

New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you



Smiling at the imperfections as they disappear over the horizon



From Rain City to Gainesville we ran

Then back to Melville again

With whiskey-soaked tales, half-forgotten

Still in the bottle at the bottom



Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me

Why'd I wait so long to take the reins of my life

Why'd I wait so long to break these chains

Why'd I wait so long to take the reins



We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers

Here be no guts, no glory

There be no guts, no glory here



I've been guilty, I know it, believe me

I admit, I've been bored, I've been lazy

Down and out on Cherokee Street

Give our regards to them 'til we return again

New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you



Somewhere near you