Melbourne, Australia

Captain, I think we're going to drown
"Don't worry soldier, I won't let you go down
The anchor keeps us
As if we were locked at the waist
There is no way this storm will wash us away."

At that point, I remembered how
We kept cool while lighting up smokes
As kept in common, because
I was never one for changing dirty clothes

I took a risk to meet her at the lips, not a kiss
But a place to exchange short breaths
At my worst times I could always turn
To a good friend who'd say
"You need to find a dame who's actions
And words speak the same"

All alone again, I've secured myself a life
Long live with a convy of comrades
Who don't exist. It's a funny thing, you know
Talking to yourself it makes you realize the things
In life that you truly miss

I've bottled up un-charted maps and lands
And kept them all in the palm of my hand
I tried to convince myself to stay
But I realized that one day
We all will wash away