There's a leak in the teak In the cracks between the boards Where a little bit of ocean seeps It's the same in my brain Just a trickle of the pain Comes to sink me when I'm feeling sane I can't complain I used to be the fool who would raise his head to blame the rain It won't help to rage at the rainstorm That's not gonna keep me afloat What I need is just to bail my boat Now I know, how it goes There are sailors who survive and there's Finer ones that slip below - all alone. I'm afraid - How I'm made, Is just a bit thin-skinned when The hurricane is closing in Same old spin It gets me twisted till I think I will never find a way to win CHORUS (INSTRUMENTAL first half of verse) If I'm there In despair Getting pounded by the waves in The up and down of world affairs Unprepared The sea is gonna crash but it doesn't have to take me there CHORUS