John Taylor's Month Away

I love to look

Out at the sea

From the swing park here

At Roome Bay beach

Today John Taylor

Starts his month away

On a boat, one 10 miles east

Of Aberdeen

A dozen men, thirty days

With 24 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 then they'll surely sleep

With their heads

Still stuck on land

A month on land

And they'll surely dream

Of girls they can afford

But cannot have

And in a drunken haze

They're on the rolling wave

Once again I'd much rather be me

I'd rather be me

Once again I'd much rather be me

For once again I'd much rather be me