Don’t Tell Me About Sacrifice


Don’t tell me about sacrifice
I don’t need your hypocritical words
A notion merely secondhand
A duty you constantly deferred
With my family soundly asleep
I’ll carry my seabag back to the dock
Taking with me their prayers
Never survive without them – my rock


Running Headlong Into Winter


Running headlong into Winter
The cold air forced inside my lungs
Stopping abruptly at the end of the dock
Arms out, catching a snowflake on my tongue
I ran out of land again
Isolated out here with my soul about to freeze
There’s no place left to escape
Shanghai’d again! My fate lies on the high seas

Once Again Fog Hides The City Away


Once again fog hides the City away

No worries about being burnt by the sun

Another beautiful morning by the Bay

My legs have grown tired, I can no longer run

I need to rest down by the docks

I’m here to start a new life by the coast

No longer shall live life by the clocks

Life in the desert was only tolerable at most

I’m looking for a woman with golden hair

I wish to rest my head where I no longer weep

She said she’d be waiting out there

Will I ever get any of that peaceful sleep


Feeling Dry Docked


Feeling dry docked
Removed from the routine
A jolting change
Seldom so blatantly seen
Gasping for air
A life that may be your own
Ginger movements
Sensitive to a sullen tone


Such Excitement Running From The Docks


Such excitement running from the docks
Looking for hookers & a cold beer
Neon & painfully loud music
Sorry buddy, I can’t remain here
I need to get out & stretch my legs
Of course I’ll take another drink
My morals can’t be washed by the sea
Your life, you do what you think


How Could I Not Be Happy


How could I not be happy
With this fine woman by my side
Always standing on the dock
Waiting for me to return with the tide