This Is Hell - Dearest Midge lyrics

I'm writing this while on the high seas And I mean higher than the days we spent shooting the breeze This ship is rolling quite a bit But you know me, I'll never get sick (never get sick) I wish I could tell you where I'm going But I think it's pretty clear (think it's pretty clear) I wish I could tell you I'm sailing home But that is not the case I fear (never get sick) That's not the case (never get sick) Dead last in this race Ten months since I've seen your face Lord how I miss you... This ship trudges away from the center of my heart And if not for these cards I'd be f**ing dead This ship trudges away from the center of my heart And if not for these cards I'd be f**ing dead