around and around we go 

through the neon landscape under the overcast sky 

searching for warmth and safety 

only finding more confusion and uncertainty 

yet we keep on 

a silent hope burns softly like the lights on that first lobster boat of the morning 

we begin our days at night and end them below the awareness of others

much like the lobsterman, we live a different life and feel rewarded beyond our means 

the moonlight on the ocean is our salvation and we have each other for jokes and comfort

but we are working hard 

trying our best against the unforgiving surf

I would rather be a lobsterman than be what I am now 

but if you think about it

we have something in common