Grey Funnel Line

Don't mind the rain or rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun as it slips away.

It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me.
But give me wings like Noah's dove,
I'd fly above her to the one I love.

It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

Oh Lord, if dreams were only real,
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel.
And with all my might I'd turn here 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound.

It's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line.

I'd pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green.
Then I'd dance on down that walk ashore,
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.

And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.