Iron sails don't tear in a storm like the cloth ones do (No!)
I built this hull for exactly this kind of blue (Hah!)
Every wave that's coming was already coming for you
The only question left is whether you're steering it through

They said the crossing couldn't hold a crew like mine
Too much cargo, too much history, not enough time
Funny how the ones who never left the harbor get to vote
On whether a storm like this one sinks a well-built boat
I've got scars from waves that other captains never saw the edge of
I'm still here, still upright, still the one that they're afraid of

Hold! (Hold!)
Iron holds. (Hold!)

Every plank was chosen 'cause I knew what it would cost me
Didn't build for calm water, built for exactly what this got me
Storm can take the sails made of promise and of paper
Can't take iron. Iron doesn't fold to weather.

Iron sails don't tear in a storm like the cloth ones do (No!)
I built this hull for exactly this kind of blue (Hah!)
Every wave that's coming was already coming for you
And I'm still the one, still standing, steering it through (Hold!)