Album: Storm Front
Well, I'm on the Downeatser Alexa
And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I'm Nantuket bound
We took on diesel back in Montauk today
And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone
So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep
I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I've known there's fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to
But I've got people back on land who count on me
So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I'm trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel
Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles miles from shore every year
Since they've told me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here
I was a bayman, like my father was before
Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain't much future who works the sea
There ain't no island left for islanders like me