The Raft Of the Medusa

90 miles from America, Headed for the keys
Trying to avoid officials, Hoping for a breeze
Huddled close together they’re all singing songs of home
Talking of the future, Tossed about like styrofoam
They can’t see the dark skies, They are looking for the light
They cannot feel the rainfall, Or the cold wind at night

The raft of the Medusa , Slowly drifting towards the shore
Fueled by desire, An ancient struggle to explore
Another chance for freedom
They cast their hopes into the wind
Praying for the new world
That may send them back again , what is left of them
On The raft of the Medusa - la baba de la medusa

Now everyone is hungry and everyone is sore
In the fading sunlight they are looking for the shore
Out on the night horizon, They see the city lights
Early tomorrow morning, Everything will be alright
They won’t see the dark skies, They are looking for the light
They cannot feel the rainfall, Or the cold wind at night

The raft of the Medusa , Slowly drifts onto the shore
Fueled by desire, An ancient struggle to explore
Another chance for freedom
They cast their hopes into the wind
Praying for the new world
That may send them back again , what is left of them
On The raft of the Medusa - la baba de la medusa