The Boat Is Full

"The boat is full" I hear us warning

as we order french champagne

"The boat is full" I hear us yearning

"let's build a fence against the rain"

"The boat is full" I hear us turning

on a highway made of gold

"The boat is full" we're so concerned and

pass a law against the cold

There is someone out there breathing

On the top of all our lungs

Do you really think we're easy

Because of what we've done?

If this is full, then what is empty,

Other than our will to live?

It this Is full, then what exactly,

Have we possibly achieved?

So, is this it? Where we begin

they end, they end?

So, is this it? Where we begin,

They end, they end?