All the waves,
They look the same
And I can't tell
From which way we came
Are we north or south
Or maybe east or west
No land in sight,
So I might as well guess
Seeing spots
It ain't no fun
But neither is burning
In this blazin' hot sun.
We go down and up,
Then up and down
Should I stay in the boat,
Or jump out and drown
I'm feeling sick
Can't take no more
But I can only ask
Why I left the shore
Because I'm stuck out here
Just sick as hell
Waiting for the time
When back home we'll sail.
