We are in debt to so many animals for so long and their survival is our greatest responsibility

Well I aint no captain Ahab I’m more like old Queequeg
With my tattooed face and lost look from living on the edge
And you are swimming from me avoiding all the wrecks
Of the calloused men who’d chased you losing all their self respect

And you swam for all the lovers that you’d left in old Quebec
Where you’d promised truth and vision but left mystery instead
From the coast to deepest ocean to the depths of natures laws
You were singing for the lost souls who your beauty had restored

From islands not yet chartered near the waters not yet tamed
You swam for all the lost souls with a beauty not yet chained
And those that sought your glory by metal fired in greed
They would never reach your moving majesty