Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
Or maybe just an instrument at sea
Cautiously avoiding a failure
From every peril chasing whales at sea
The wind I'm its maker
A man
Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
Or maybe just a narrator out at sea
Calling me again I'm aware of
The yawning jaws of time now widening
The wind I'm its maker
A man
Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
Viva sobriquet in my name
Songs in the air fly
Wind explodes from my lungs
Explode as if pierced by the point of
This whale boat in my name
Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
Viva sobriquet in my name
And that's all right with me
As the world looms on
I know I've filled my cup
I'll take a rest then take my chances
Like any man or gull
Diving head first into a gulf
Call me Ishmael I'm the whaler
And I'll take a rest then take more chances