Belly of the Whale

If I wasn’t just one kid standing on another kid’s
Shoulders in a trench coat you’d be in trouble, buddy
If I was an innertube rolling down the quad city rivers
In the summer I’d be hauling something tubby
To the coast where the bones peek up like the ship ribs
I played hide and seek with the bleach-boned kids
They asked who I was and so I ran and hid
They asked who I was and so I ran and I hid
In the belly of the whale with a candle and a pen
In the belly of the whale with a candle and a pen
And it’s my lucky day when the tide rolls in
The new ribcages of the dead young men
Mandibles and bows and sterns
Captains that it seems ain’t never gonna learn
I gotta go back I don’t care if it was killing me
I gotta go back you’re unbearable like this
I gotta go back 'cuz goddamnit, you’re right
I didn’t wanna wake up in this place tonight
Now all I hear is bitching and moaning
Fools barely keeping up with where they’re come-and-going
This tired argument is the only one you’ve ever known
I’m gonna get going my path is a-showin'
It’s a long way home
To the belly of the whale with a candle and a pen
The belly of the whale with a candle and a pen
And it’s my lucky day when the tide rolls in
The new ribcages of the dead young men
Alright, the new ribcages of the dead young men
Yeah, the new ribcages of the dead young men
Come on, the new ribcages of the dead young men
The new ribcages of the dead young men