We Set Sail In Search Of Home — Young Mountain

We built this ship up from nothing
Old cardboard and Elmer's glue
We shipped it out on an open ocean
But the tide was way too strong
And the walls were far too thin
We came across a chain of islands
Built on love and happiness
But when we got there the grass turned brown
And all the holding hands turned into fists

When we got home
Everything had changed
Everyone was different
Everything was rearranged
When we got home
Put down our bags
And we painted ourselves a new home