THE WIDE OPEN SEA

I’ve also gone down to Tuscany town Cause I like to be close to the sea Up in the sky there’s a portentous sign That the dark days are coming for me

Old men in aprons are gathering crustaceans To serve at the feast of our saints And down in the basements the youth of our nations Are arming themselves to the teeth

Oh, why? Oh, I! Why do these landlubbers make such a mess of their lives? Oh, why? Oh, I Am bound for the wide-open sea for the rest of my life.

Out there, it’s heaven. The fish are my leaven And each day’s a feast day to life God is above us and hell is below us And no one is bombing the kikes

Far from the charlatans, wise men and harlequins Filling the air with their song Out on the waves there’s a silence that plays out That sweet melody of the gods

Oh, why? Oh, I! There’s just no elbow room, stacked up in airless rooms. Christ! Oh, why? Oh, I Am bound for the wide-open sea where a man can live right

I met your mother, your father, your brother, Your mercenary uncle, the bore. We went to your house and you made me dinner And then we went down to the shore

Boats in the quay, life on the sea, I knew where my destiny lay Now I am a rummy, and you are my honey We live by our wits on the waves

Oh, why? Oh, I Am sailing the seas and my woman’s with me at my side Oh, why? Oh, I! My life is the wide open sea where a good man can thrive