Now what would they do if I just sailed away?
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin’ low on stories that have made it a ball
What would they do if I made no landfall?

I lived half my life in an eight by five room
Just crusin’ to the sound of the big diesel boom
It’s not close quarters that would make me snap –
It’s just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap

Sail away, for a month at a time
Sail away, I’ve got to restart my mind
And you’ll find me back at it again