Capo 6th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place

 Dreamed to discover a new space

 And buried himself alive

Inside his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant

 He's working away on displacement

 And what it would take to survive

'Cause when you're done with this world

 You know the next is up to you

 And his wife told his kids he was crazy

 And his friends said he'd fail if he tried

 But with a will to work hard

 And a library car

He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride

That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it

 Waves as big as he'd seen it

 Deep in his dreams at home

 From dry land

 He rolled it over to wet sand

 Closed the hatch up with one hand

 And pedalled off alone

 'Cause when you're done with this world

 You know the next is up to you

 And for once in his life it was quiet

 As he learned how to turn in the tide

 And the sky was a flare

 When he came up for air

 In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride

 One evening

 When weeks had passed since his leaving

 The call she'd planned on receiving

 Finally made it home

 She accepted

 The news she'd never expected

 The operator connected

 A call from Tokyo

 'Cause when you're done with this world

 You know the next is up to you

 Now his friends

 Bring him up when they're drinking

 At the bar with his name on the side

 And they smile when they can

 As they speak of a man

 Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride