Everyone is Noah, everyone is the ark
Everyone has to build themselves up when heaven's cruel
And everyone is Noah, and everyone is the ark
Everyone has to gather souls around them to feel useful and loving and loved
And everyone is Noah, and everyone is the ark
Everyone ends up talking to the sky or looking the elephant in the eye
And Everyone is Noah, and everyone is the ark
Everyone will turn their hands in to the wood
When they really think that they really should
And I'm really sorry for your loss
I can't imagine how that feels
Please build yourself up heaven's cruel
And everyone has found themselves at the end of their rope
Looking up at the boat saying I don't know
I don't know if I can call this home
I don't know if I can call this home
I don't know if I can call this home
I don't know if I can call this home