The Life Aquatic

I donned my best Sunday working coveralls Plopped the hardhat on my waiting head. Just another twelve hours of service rendered To an employer who cares not if im live or dead Ive seen days and months and years fly by As I travel horizons far and wide You become bitter to the loves lost along the way. But you learn to bury the pain deep inside. Ive fought with men with hardened hearts Who poured out their hurts in the fists they threw. But in the next Port of Call all was forgiven And you would share an ale or two. The land dwellers never witness the struggles of this life Or the burdens of each cross we bear Or how much we anticipate coming home. And falling into loving arms that still miss and care. Ive seen young lads come up the gangway Thinking they have found an adventurers paradise And watch their smiles turn to grimmaces Once the sea steals their soul and life. Its a job unlike no other Where your gone for months that just drag on And when you finally make it home again You find your feeling like you dont belong.