Between the phone calls and text messages
Just me and this midnight oil
I hear he's the man to see
Somewhere in this froth and howling wind
Shoulder to grindstone, switching to manual
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
Take me to your king
My first born for a song
I will cross his palm
But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here
My first born for a song
Has me tied up at a rate of knots
So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
My first born for a song
Climb into the attic to write me a classic
My first born for a song
No navigation, global positioning
And I will cross his palm
I hear he's the man to see
My first born for a song
So take me to your king
My first born for a song
I've seen the flare so I know it's there
My first born for a song
I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars
My first born for a song
And I will cross his palm
There's something worth singing
The air must be thick with words, but not between us
I will cross his palm
And I will cross his palm
Just waiting for one to come along
My first born for a song
Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end
