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 a 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