"The White Whale" lyrics
Lost in the iron sea, of endless rolling roofs
We're going for glory kids, your dad has something to prove
You see it's not enough to just have hope when lost
You must have the highest of hopes, and hold out at all cost
That's why as I tack across this parking garage
I ignore spots at the entry and aim for the driver's mirage
The unspeakable beauty of free land at the front of the store
And yet this takes vision and steadfast courage to aim for more
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
My child jolts me to attention, Land HO! Does he scream
I pinch myself and sure enough the space of my dreams
The sharks begin to circle, I indicate my intention
Just know this parking space is mine, I show no apprehension
Yet as I approach one thing's painfully clear
Other cars with blinking lights starting to appear
Back off green van I see your plan
Don't think about it blue sedan
This spot is mine, we'll hold our ground
There's no better land to be found
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
As we bring her round, I find to my dismay
A little hatchback hiding there is taking up half the bay
With hope dashed against the rocks, and the petrol light now on
Perhaps my nerve is waning, I'll retreat before too long
No, hold fast, and cast away all dread
There'll be spaces that we seek in the times ahead
Sure some may say, any park in a store
But only the bravest captain finds his true reward
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
We're going for glory kids, your dad has something to prove
You see it's not enough to just have hope when lost
You must have the highest of hopes, and hold out at all cost
That's why as I tack across this parking garage
I ignore spots at the entry and aim for the driver's mirage
The unspeakable beauty of free land at the front of the store
And yet this takes vision and steadfast courage to aim for more
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
My child jolts me to attention, Land HO! Does he scream
I pinch myself and sure enough the space of my dreams
The sharks begin to circle, I indicate my intention
Just know this parking space is mine, I show no apprehension
Yet as I approach one thing's painfully clear
Other cars with blinking lights starting to appear
Back off green van I see your plan
Don't think about it blue sedan
This spot is mine, we'll hold our ground
There's no better land to be found
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
As we bring her round, I find to my dismay
A little hatchback hiding there is taking up half the bay
With hope dashed against the rocks, and the petrol light now on
Perhaps my nerve is waning, I'll retreat before too long
No, hold fast, and cast away all dread
There'll be spaces that we seek in the times ahead
Sure some may say, any park in a store
But only the bravest captain finds his true reward
All the early spots are clearly reserved for the meek
A spot equidistant to store and ticket machine we seek!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail, the park in front of the store
We hunt the white whale, the holy grail
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
With gusto and glee, sing it with me, we dare to ask for more!
Writer(s): David Robinson, Andrew Robert Yates, Jonathan Michael Peter Darley, Robert James Alexander Sattin
