With - Jason Webley

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