We wake on our coast
From a comforting sleep
Where we live all alone
Near the waters deep

Just a man on the land
Until out the front door
Each day sail our craft
Launched from our shore

Left our shallows near
Past cottages others built
As we slave for a living
To rid some of our guilt

Sail with the leaving tide
To find earth’s flow
With all those racing
While all whales blow

Only by marked routes
Would we reach our work
For pennies that we earn
In a storm full of murk