Ismael, the somewhat willing passenger and lone survivor of that fateless voyage of Ahab's hunt for MobyDick is found floundering in this Epic song of one lost songwriter's search for his greatest accomplishment; his happiness.

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Ismael, the somewhat willing passenger and lone survivor of that fateless voyage of Ahab's hunt for MobyDick is found floundering in this Epic song of one lost songwriter's search for his greatest accomplishment; his happiness.

To start to, depart to, some other disguise
I seem to only cling to, some kind of truth, hidden somewhere in a lie
It's hardly enough for someone who laughs... until he cries

(come on now, there's no turning back we're battening down, well we're setting out the boat is sound and you might come back or might go down)

The bearing was lost long before I had ever set out
I lashed myself to the mast, and I tied myself fast, I was sure to strike ground
Your summer shower becomes my hurricane, it drives me wild and here it comes again

(It's coming now, there's no turning back so you're battening down, setting out and this boat is sound and you might come back or might go down and how)

Steady at that helm boy, there's no turning that boat around
Every horse I lead to water, only drowns
Forgive me, I'm not Ahab, I'm only Ismael

So cold the ocean, So dry the land
Please forgive me, if I just don't seem to understand
There once was a child and he ran the whole mile, he was warm and alive and you could feel his smile

(Remember him now, you don't need to reconcile. This boat is holding fast, we're setting out, whether or not we come back now)

Steady at that helm boy, there's no turning that boat around
Every horse I lead to water, only drowns
Forgive me, I'm not Ahab, I'm only Ismael

Only Ismael, there ain't no holy grail, would you forget that stupid white whale
The grace of has been's, so lost on this pain
The pleasure of reason, only drives me insane
Your summer shower, becomes my hurricane
Batten down the hatches boy, here it comes again...

Steady at that helm boy, there's no turning that boat around
Every horse I lead to water, only drowns
Make any kind of noise, but call me Ismael