I'll start my life out on the seas Away from waving families (Found washed up) walking on the beach Of a fishing town in june I'll have all my words for company A few shards of new currencies A lamp to show the evening in And wake me when it leaves But here I am, still on these sands Well if these tall buildings part from me Then I'll swim myself to sovereignty No people creeping, marching streets Will keep me from my seas Well if all my things are packed in neat A quick stiff drink to help me sleep Then I'll wade out till it's too deep And row myself away By here I am, still on these sands, with you Here's to your pier city As I save this monologue Here's to your pier city As I save this monologue Here's to your pier city As I save this monologue Here's to your pier city As I save this monologue It seems weeks since you have talked to me Whilst I build my new economy Of practicing excuses of Why it is I had to leave I said if these tall buildings part for me But I guess that only works for me For working out why these streets Have never been my home And yes I know, that I will row... alone