It’s early morning before the sun
Has climbed the smokestacks, the day’s come undone
The air is heavy like a drunkard’s gaze
A chilling passage on an empty page
And I’ve forgotten just where I’m from
And where I’ve been
Or what I’ve done
In the night, my dreams come to me
But in the light, they cease to be
For fifteen years, I been away from home
For many more, I’ve been alone
'Cause I’m a drifter, moving along
From town to town and song to song
And here I am, keeping a night watch
Aboard this great ship chained to the docks
At night my dreams are the sea
But in the light they cease to be
Oh I want to be full steam ahead
Down the coastline where I can breath again
Then I’ll find a girl in a far off land
I’ll build a home with my own two hands
Yeah and we’ll make love beneathe the summer sky
And I'll hold her close till the day I die
At night my dreams they come to me
But in the light they cease to be
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