Pack your duffle and your ditty bag,
Here we go
Say goodbye to everything you know
It's a long white river,
That we're bound to row
Tell your people that you'll try to write,
Let them wail
Even though you know it's a lie,
Where you're headed now
They don't deliver mail
The guide's decided that he's going home,
It's too far
Captain says there's nothing we should fear,
We can find our way by looking at the stars
Leather's tasty now the dogs are gone,
Carry on
It's november now and we got rags for boots,
Got a sinking this feeling this map,
Is wrong
Spring has broken and the ice is gone,
Sweet relief
Eating every little bug and nut,
There's nothig left of us
But our eyes and teeth
Now we're standing at the end of land,
Don't you see
There's nothing left for us to do right now,
But row this old canoe out to the open sea
