On a vast and open ocean, east of florida
you can listen to the Alcos signing out their one note song
you can think about the woman, or the girl you met the port before

but your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
when your working 16 hours, and there's nothing you can do
and you don't feel much like training,
you just wish the trip was through

so here I am underway again
there I am down in the hole
here I go out to sea again
there I go
turn to

well you walk into the engineroom, strung out from the watch
and you feel the heat upon you as your shaking off the work
you pretend it doesn't bother you
but you just want to colapse

most times you're wiping up, other times you're not
it's the same old leaks, is that oil or jacket water?
and you always seem over worked
but you don't dare make a stand

so here I am underway again
there I am down in the hole
here I go out to sea again
there I go
turn to

out there in the green light you're a million miles away
every ounce of energy, you try to give away
as the sweat pours out your body
you just drag ass all day

later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
with the echoes from the generators ringing in your head
you choke the days last chicken
remembering what she said

so here I am underway again
there I am down in the hole
here I go out to sea again
there I go
turn to