Now I understand, with this show of hands, there are no lifeboats below to save you / Pass the hat around, faces facing down / We can't raise you or raise a sweet penny now / Now I've drawn the blinds on these turbulent times / We'll rest easy on our pillows of apathy / But I'll stand by the burning mountainside with an open mind and a bow tie / Miles and miles from land, now I understand the ghosts capsized your boat, made you a sunken man / This was not the plan, but now I understand the seams had split before the dream even began / But I'll stand by the burning mountainside with an open mind and a soaking bucket of pride