Adjust My Sails

[Verse 1]
The sky might turn against me
Waves might crown my head
Charts all soaked and tattered
Rum gone
Bread like lead
The captain’s voice is fading
The compass spins in place
But I still feel the harbor
Like a fire in my chest
[Chorus]
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails
Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales
May the currents twist
May the black clouds wail
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails (hey!)
[Verse 2]
The gossip in the galley
Says we’re damned and done
They curse the crash of water
They curse the choking sun
But I’ll tie off every halyard
And I’ll haul ’til fingers bleed
’Cause I was born to wander
And to find the path I need
[Chorus]
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails
Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales
May the currents twist
May the black clouds wail
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails (ho!)
[Bridge]
Let the wild tide test me (test me)
Let the deep swell rise
There’s a distant bell that’s ringing
And it’s cutting through the sky
If the world keeps shifting
And the old maps fail
I’ll draw a new horizon
With the swing of every sail
[Chorus]
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails
Lean into the storm and ride the roaring gales
May the currents twist
May the black clouds wail
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails
[Chorus]
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails (hey!)
Sing it for the lost who followed battered trails
Raise your cups and hearts
Let the doubt turn pale
I can’t change the wind
But I’ll adjust my sails (woah)

Rowdy pub-style sea shanty with stomps, claps, and gang vocals. Fiddles trade lines with a wheezing concertina over a rolling floor-tom pattern. Verses start almost spoken, then blossom into full-throated sing-alongs; chorus explodes with stacked male vocals and call-and-response shouts. Final chorus pushes tempo and volume, ending on a big unison shout., shanty