"The Baited Line" lyrics
BrhyM (Bruce Hornsby & yMusic) Lyrics
We are riding across the bounding main
Steering an old funky-ass bateau
We arrive in time for the dawn of day
Most of us strain to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the pulling line
Caulk and duct tape keep us all afloat
It's not good to want a thing too much
Drives luck away down, down the road
But now and then the air vibrates
And the water roars
And the music of the catch rose up
Like a choir of harps and horns
Everyone strains to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I'd better get up, gonna rise up
And take my place on the baited line
Steering an old funky-ass bateau
We arrive in time for the dawn of day
Most of us strain to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I better get up, better rise up
And take my place on the pulling line
Caulk and duct tape keep us all afloat
It's not good to want a thing too much
Drives luck away down, down the road
But now and then the air vibrates
And the water roars
And the music of the catch rose up
Like a choir of harps and horns
Everyone strains to the utmost
And no one does less than his best
So I'd better get up, gonna rise up
And take my place on the baited line
