Howlin' A Gale (Howe Gelb)

Well the soul rides somewhere inside cause the body is a boat and maybe mistakes were only made to make but you better make a note land ho, land ho, land ho, land ho now you?re filling up filling up with foam and no way to bail yeah you?re filling up no way to find yourself back home and there?s a hole in your pail and the wind kicks in the way she loves to wail and it?s howling a gale it?s howling a gale water?s getting higher up to the brim and you?re turning pale water?s getting higher and it?s all coming in and the wind begins to wail alone she stands on a pier waiting for her love to appear well the soul rides deep inside cause the body, she?s a boat mistakes were made to make but you better take note better keep a float