[Verse 1] My knuckles are white and my palms are all raw From haulin' the lines of this floatin' outlaw The canvas is screamin', the wood starts to crack But the wind’s like a wall that keeps pushin’ us back My tri-corner hat’s gone, it’s lost in the foam We’re three miles from port and a lifetime from home I’m leanin’ my weight ‘gainst the kick of the wheel While the salt in the air starts to sting like it’s steel. [Chorus] Like a prow in the wind We’re just tackin’ again Every mile that we gain Is a kick in the shin You can pray for a gale at your back, my friend But you’re just a prow in the wind Yeah, you’re just a prow in the wind. [Verse 2] The quartermaster’s cursin’, he’s red in the face We’re sailin’ in circles all over the place I try to turn North and the North wind arrives I try to turn South and it ruins our lives My beard’s blowin’ backwards and blindin’ my sight We’re fightin’ a ghost in the middle of light The crew’s tradin’ looks like they’re ready to mutiny 'Cause my steerin’ is under some celestial scrutiny. [Bridge] (Heavy stomping, rhythmic clapping) Trim the sails! But we’re goin’ nowhere! Trim the sails! Just a-tearin’ the air! The horizon is laughin’, the seagulls are too At a captain who’s stuck in a breezy bayou! [Chorus] Like a prow in the wind We’re just tackin’ again Every mile that we gain Is a kick in the shin You can pray for a gale at your back, my friend But you’re just a prow in the wind Yeah, you’re just a prow in the wind. [Outro] Just a prow in the wind...
