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