Turn This Boat Around

Please direct my call
Like strings and cans through halls
I made some out of lead and I tried them out in bed
Couldn’t make it through the walls
Turn this boat around
We’re starting to go down
But it begins to rain, you forgot how dark it stains
Thought it was a drought
La la la, leave it all behind
La la la, see the fight
La la la, make the best of it
La la la, and goodnight
Left turn look both ways
Take breaks on cloudy days
With miles and miles of roads, how’d you know which ones have holes?
I’m glad we didn’t stay