Roll in the waves and watch it blow salt on your mind
It's just a case of overly working, you'll be fine
When your ship comes along to right all your wrongs
Say goodbye to anyone else you try, seaward son
You duel with your blade all those things that cut deeply at your heart
But when the sharpness fades, your guard goes down
They'll cut you all apart
Then your blood speeds to fire
What's left to lvoe retires, seaward son
(Dry dock Cellar door Open heart Hardwood floor Piece of cake Tommy lift Left to rot Let it drift away Water fowl Nasty draft Balsa wood Aftermath Picture frame Birthday gift Crank'em down Let'er drift away)