Sinking on this life boat
Not too far from my abode
Whether here or in my hold
I'll be fraught with the cold
There's nothing for me here
Thought so for many years
Won't go back to my bed
Here I'm not stuck within my head
Upon this open water
I meet sons and I meet daughters
Plenty of conversation
Met a man from a foreign nation
He told me many tales of yonder
Fancy worlds that I could ponder
Yet nothing seems to last
They all enter my past
Even as I tread this water
I can't help but be bothered
All I've met have called me friend
But why does a hand never extend?
Sinking on this life boat
Not too far from my abode
Whether here or in my hold
I'll be fraught with the cold
There's nothing for me here
Thought so for many years
Won't go back to my bed
Here I'm not stuck within my head