It's so hard to see through all of the smoke.
I don't measure progress by the size of the boat.
I just need something that's gonna float.
I shuttered the windows and locked all the doors.
Then I buried a ghost beneath the floorboards.
Tying new knots in a tattered old rope.
Tried to work out the kinks, but left off the hose.
There's a few tricks still up my sleeve
but first I may need to pull some strings
There's going to be an unraveling
With any grace, we'll float away.
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