Everyone is Noah, Everyone is the Ark

Everyone is Noah Everyone is The Ark Everyone has to build themselves up When heaven's cruel And everyone is Noah Everyone is The Ark Everyone has to gather the souls around them To feel useful, and loving, and loved And everyone is Noah Everyone is The Ark Everyone ends up talking to the sky Or looking the elephant in the eye Everyone is Noah Everyone is The Ark Everyone will turn their hands into the wood When they really think that they really should And I'm really sorry for your loss I can't imagine how that feels Please build yourself up: Heaven's cruel Everyone has found themselves at the end of their rope Looking up at the boat Saying, "I don't know I don't know if I can call this home I don't know if I can call this home I don't know if I can call this home I don't know if I can call this home"