The seasick sailor sails away although he isn't unsure If it's the motion of the ocean or the notion of a cure For the sound of her voice in the wind off the coast Or the feeling that what's gone will not be permanently lost If I lie, in the sea Every port town has a brothel where the crew finds some release He takes measures to deny himself the pleasures that he seeks Takes whiskey as communion, routine is an homage Ink is a rebellion through a needle in his arms
With an X for every failed attempt to join that watered grave But it's only getting harder here and he's running out of space Till he'll lie, in the sea Then one day upon the water with a fair wind at his back He heard a resolution in the ocean's salty breath And he vowed to live a day for her for every one time stole When the wind it swept, the ocean leapt And she gently called him home Now he lies, in the sea