hey ahab

it's a constant struggle getting up that hill

there's a change of guard every day

when you're clinging onto a driftwood boat

you pray a great white whale might come your way

no freeway traffic in the frozen north

just a chain link fence full of birds

and when the harpoon's loaded in the cannon bay

you'll be rolling through the pages lost for words

hey ahab can you tell me where

i can catch a ride out of here

hey ahab hoist that sail

you gotta stand up straight

when you ride that whale

in a crumbling city we were trapped for days

with a broken sun above the clouds

caught like jonah forty fathams down

and a sign on the wall saying

hope allowed"