Erin Mckeown - The Boats lyrics

the boats, the boats, my wooden boats were never meant to dry what is a boat that cannot float and rots from air and sky? I nailed a sheet, I named it twice I waited on the spit for wind, for wind, some kind of wind to come and sail with it this is my boat, my favorite boat I built it with my hands and on its shell, my earthly hull I have become a man some are washed and ground ashore and some get thrown by tide but this new world of mold and smell it simply drowns my pride and in the wake, I am awake with no one to take the helm and what I built with labor hard grows still and soft and calm we turn the cheek, we try to hope for boats from other shores and in the end we are alone who are we to hope for more some are washed and ground ashore and some get thrown by tide but this new world of mold and smell it simply drowns my pride the boats, the boats, my wooden boats were never meant to dry what is a boat that cannot float and rots from air and sky?