This Is Hell

Im 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, Ill never get sick (never get sick)
I wish I could tell you where Im going
But I think its pretty clear (think its pretty clear)
I wish I could tell you Im sailing home
But that is not the case I fear (never get sick)
Thats not the case (never get sick)
Dead last in this race
Ten months since Ive seen your face
Lord how I miss you...
This ship trudges away from the center of my heart
And if not for these cards Id be fucking dead
This ship trudges away from the center of my heart
And if not for these cards Id be fucking dead
[ Dearest Midge Lyrics ]