And when your ship sets sail do not worry
I'll wipe the sweat away
all your life you travel blind
not a peace, not resigned
at least you get to leave the pain behind
when you, ship sets sail
And when your work is done do not hurry
don't pack your things away
40 years the mills grind slow
take your pay, before you know
they're telling you it's time to go
when your ship sets sail
And nothing much you taught us turned out useful in the end
maybe the world was bigger then and easier to mend
And when your ship sets sail do not worry
I'll wipe the sweat away
the street was dark, the dark was sweet
the boy still running up the street
to grip the hand that grips this sheet
when your ship sets sail
And can you scrape the patience up to stand in one more line?
You haven't lost your ticket, look, you had it all the time…
boy still running