I'm writing this while on the high seas
And I mean higher than the days we spent shooting the breeze
This ship is rolling quite a bit

But you know me, I'll never get sick (never get sick)
I wish I could tell you where I'm going
But I think it's pretty clear (think it's pretty clear)

I wish I could tell you I'm sailing home
But that is not the case I fear (never get sick)
That's not the case (never get sick)

Dead last in this race
Ten months since I've seen your face
Lord how I miss you...

This ship trudges away from the center of my heart
And if not for these cards I'd be $#&@ing dead
This ship trudges away from the center of my heart

And if not for these cards I'd be $#&@ing dead