pack your duffle and your ditty bag,nnhere we gonnsay goodbye to everything you knownnit's a long white river,nnthat we're bound to rownnnntell your people that you'll try to write,nnlet them wailnneven though you know it's a lie, nnwhere you're headed nownnthey don't deliver mailnnnnthe guide's decided that he's going home, nnit's too farnncaptain says there's nothing we should fear,nnwe can find our way by looking at the starsnnnnleather's tasty now the dogs are gone,nncarry onnnit's november now and we got rags for boots,nngot a sinking this feeling this map,nnis wrongnnnnspring has broken and the ice is gone, nnsweet reliefnneating every little bug and nut,nnthere's nothig left of usnnbut our eyes and teethnnnnnow we're standing at the end of land,nndon't you seennthere's nothing left for us to do right now,nnbut row this old canoe out to the open sea