Whaling Vessel Paroles

On his whaling vessel
My skin is made of the softest oils
Destined for the big city

My tail is a gray origami
Bounty of a royal man
Who's trying to get the best of me
On his whaling vessel

A thousand miles beside the rails
And then I'm gone before they set the sails on me
In their whaling vessel
A man is a fish that lost his scales

Does that make him a lesser thing
Tired of land where he is king
Nothing noble in the art
Of trying to get the best of me

On his whaling vessel Driven by a frail sense of
Sharing ancient memories
On his whaling vessel