Sea Legs Songtext

von Frank Turner

Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops.
In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
I have finally figured a list of the things that I've got,
And the things that I'm not.
I need you, I need you, I need you to care,
When I'm moving it's soothing to know that you're there,
And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air,
For as long as I dare.

Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving again.

From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille,
Sat on the platform or next to the wheel,
I haven't got space on this postcard to say how I feel,
But that was the deal.
I miss you, I miss you, but I don't ask your help.
When I'm out on the road I look out for myself;
I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health,
And nothing else.

Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving...

Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
I have to start moving on again and
You're on my phone again, well,
What do you want me to say,
When I'm this far away?
And you don't know where I am, well,
You're not the only one.
I am lost and I'm gone away
- Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out
And I don't even know where you are
- Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out
And I don't even know who you are anymore.