Walt Grace
Desperately aiding his whole place
Dreamed to discover a new place
And buried himself aliveInside his basement
Tongue on the side of his face meant
He's working away on his placement
And what it would take to surviveCause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youAnd his wife told his kids he was crazyAnd his friends said he'd fail if he'd tryBut with the will to work hardAnd a library cardHe took a homemade, fan-blade
One-man submarine rideThat morning
The sea was mad and I mean it
Waves as big as he'd seen it
Deep in his dreams at homeFrom dry land
He rolled it over to wet sand
Closed the hatch up with one hand
And peddled off aloneCause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youAnd for once in his life it was quietAs he learned how to turn in the tideAnd the sky was a-flareWhen he came up for airIn his homemade, fan-bladeOne-man submarine ride
One evening
When weeks had passed since he's leavin'
The call she planned on receivin'
Finally made it homeShe accepted
The news she never expected
The operator connected
The call from TokyoCause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youNow his friends bring him up when they're drinkin'At the bar with his name on the sideAnd they smile when they can
As they speak of the man
Who took a homemade, fan-blade
One-man submarine ride
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