Young Mountain We Set Sail In Search Of Home
We built this ship up from nothing
Out of old cardboard and Elmer's glue
We shipped it out to an open ocean
But the tide was way too strong
And the walls were far too thin
We came across a chain of islands
Built on love and happiness
But when we got there the grass turned brown
And all the holding hands turned into fists
and when we got home everything had changed
and everyone was different and everything was rearranged
When we got home we put down our bags
And we claimed ourselves a new home
