# Nobody Drew It

_Original lyric. Both takes sing this exact text and nothing else._

## Verse 1
Quarter to four and the diesel clears its throat
Ice in the bait box, a thermos going cold
Forty-one seasons and he's never read a chart
He keeps the harbor somewhere else

## Pre-Chorus 1
There's a ledge off the Whaleback where the current turns to glass
He can't tell you the number, he just knows when to pass

## Chorus 1
Nobody drew it, nobody wrote it down
It lives in a wrist, in a lean, in the sound
Of the water going quiet where the mud gives up to stone
Nobody drew it, and he's carrying it home

## Verse 2
His old man set a hand on the wheel and said, hold this
Feel it coming up through your knees
Count to nineteen past the bell and then you cut her
Never once told him why it's nineteen

## Pre-Chorus 2
It went in through the hands, the only way it goes
Not a word of it in writing, and the whole coast knows

## Chorus 2
Nobody drew it, nobody wrote it down
It lives in a wrist, in a lean, in the sound
Of the water going quiet where the mud gives up to stone
Nobody drew it, and he's carrying it home

## Bridge
There's a box on the dash that holds the whole shoreline
Knows it cold, knows it flat, knows it perfect and complete
Every number that a number ever was
And not one inch of what is under his feet

## Final Chorus
Now there's a boy on a bucket with his hands too small
And the old man lays his palm across them both
Says keep your eyes closed, you don't need them yet
Let the bottom come up and tell you where we are
Nobody drew it, nobody has to now
It's going in through the hands, the way it always does
Nobody drew it, and it's already halfway home