Songtexte: Dan Mangan. Set The Sails.

You decide to be alone
And hell it's cold enough to hibernate
So let it drift into the snow
It's where she chooses how to operate

Might be time to pack her in
Set the sails and just get hauled away
Maybe east or something
West was overrated anyway

The storm's coming down
These old walls are wearing thin
There's an ache to this town
And something's gotta give

If we're digging for gold
And coming up dry
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time