I lived half my life in an
eight by five room
Just crusin' to the sound
of the big diesel boom
It's not close quarters that
would make me snap
It's just dealing with the
daily unadulterated crap
Chorus:
Sail away, for a month at
a time
Sail away, I've got to restart
my mind
And you'll find me back at
it again
Oh, I love the smell of fresh
snapper fried light
What you say pouilly-fusse
to round out the night
The mid-morning watch is the
best time to look
Oh, what would they do if
I wrote the big book
'Cause I've seen incredible
things in my years
Some days were laughter and
others were tears
If I had it all to do over
again
I'd just get myself drunk
and I'd jump right back in
Chorus:
Sail away, that's the way
I survive
Sail away, that's just no
shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life
come alive
The wind whistles through the
cold riggin' at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the
sounds and the lights
Bums down in Capo's he's just
havin' a ball
What would he do on another
landfall
What would they do if I made
no landfall
Oh, what would they do if
I flew to Nepal
What would I do if I met Lucille
Ball
I'm tryin' to make a little
sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little
sense of it all
Marco Giunco |
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