I love to look out at the sea
From the Swing Park Key at Rum Bay Beach
Today John Taylor starts his month away
On a boat one ten miles east of Aberdeen
A dozen men, thirty days with twenty four hours in each
Of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep
I'd much rather be me
For once I'd much rather be me
A month at sea and they will surely sleep
With their heads still stuck on land
A month out when and then they surely dream
Of girls the can afford but cannot have
And in the druken haze their on a rolling wave