So typical - a battle of wits
And I`ve come half prepared
I know all the ropes
But haven`t a hope
Of pulling you back to me
I`m losing my grip
And sailing this ship
From barstool to Borstal and back
CHORUS
You made me feel I was born again
It`s a shame I never grew up again
I`m a boy at sea
And I`m stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many
Now bottlescars are all that I have
To show the boys back home
Who`d said that to plead
Was a sign of the weak
And to fight was a sign
Of the strong
Just fairweather words
From four-letter friends
But I found out
The four-letter way
You made me feel I was born again
It`s a shame I never grew up again
I`m a boy at sea
And I`m stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many
And now I`ve swallowed my pride
I promise you I
Couldn`t eat another word
I`ll count to 3 then I sail to sea
I just got to 8
When you started to say
I`ll bid you farewell
I`m going, going, gone