Shipboard Cook

I want to go to the ocean and send a postcard of my loneliness

Forgetting you is so elusive I'd runaway but it's always this

You're the only one I love

It's always been you

And I wish I was conscripted in the merchant Marines

Shanghaied into service of sails and machines

Just to stay alive

And my sister keeps it simple she's the shipboard cook

She can drive a line but if you take a look

She's kind of worried though

Cause I keep hoping you will find me, hoping you will find me

I'm always a ghost

I tried gypsy table wrappings and séance stunts

I keep an open mind but I think it's just a front

I want to believe it though

My sister says forget her boy that's all that you need

She's pitching magical elixir's in bottles full of mead for a broken heart

It's too late for that

So line 'em up boys here's to your youth

Sing loud enough to tell the truth

I lost myself that's why I lost you

Oh let go of that whipping post

I'm always a ghost

You're about as haunted as a darkened basement

I got all the chances of a dog In a settlement

I live by secret she'll never tell

I ride alone without them on a deep sea swell

I heard there's someone new and she starts to talk

She's the Merry widow on the Widow's Walk

And the fear is I'm no one no matter where you are

In this twisted fucked up film noir

And I'm hoping you will find me

So line 'em up boys here's to your youth

Sing loud enough to tell the truth

I lost myself and that's why I lost you

Oh let go of that whipping post

I'm always a ghost

I'm always a ghost