Another Friday dance hall drunken night hung over 'til morning

Unfamiliar bed-sit passion rubber stamped with a government health warning

Milk, mail and headaches arrive and I'm counting cracks in the ceiling

There's toast and closeness and I'm all confused with this warm unfamiliar feeling

For the glass is rising and the temperature's high

But I'm still failing slowly

No conversation, no forwarding address, no ties it goes without saying

Just love well and leave and then off with the tide was the game that I thought I was playing

But back in my steel world trapped by the freedom how I feel there's no way of knowing

And the routine can hide, there's no turning back and the need to be near you is growing

A cold back against a bulkhead, sleepless now at midnight

She buries her head in the dark dark sea and I wonder it she's alright

Then a voice comes on the radio, confirms we've got foul weather

Can you hear that same voice far away, do you wish that we were together

There's no bawdy bar room tales of weekend conquest

You've left this sailor all at sea

And I'm alone with my private thoughts warm in the memory

Can this be happening to me

So I'll just dream about the shore lights that'll tell me that I'm home

And I'll step down upon the quayside, maybe wonder why I roam

For we may be more than a weekend obsession, perhaps I'm always a sailor

But I know I want you and I know I need you as a lover but not as a jailer