Setting Off - Philmont

Anchors away!

This extra weight is pulling down on me

It’s drowning me

And now its overboard with the necessities

There’s no room for you to come aboard

I’m setting off, setting off to sea

In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern

Of things that I don’t need

The smallest waves are crashing over me

Soon my muffled cries as I capsize

Will be all that’s left

My problems always lie

In failed attempts to hide

The ways that I rely

On my dumb luck

Oh God, I feel my grip

Begin to slowly slip

And now this sinking ship’s

As good as sunk

There’s no room for you to come aboard

So just wait right here till I return to shore

I’m setting off, setting off to sea

In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern

Of things that I don’t need

The smallest waves are crashing over me

Soon my muffled cries as I capsize

Will be all that’s left of me

Anchors away!

I can’t take this extra weight

It’s pulling down on me

It’s pulling down on me

I’m setting off, setting off to sea

In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern

Of things that I don’t need

The smallest waves are crashing over me

Soon my muffled cries as I capsize

Will be all that’s left

I’m setting off, setting off to sea

In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern

Of things that I don’t need

The smallest waves are crashing over me

Soon my muffled cries as I capsize

Will be all that’s left of me

The smallest waves are crashing over me

Soon my muffled cries as I capsize

Will be all that’s left of me