The body of the boat is rumbling below me
Dark diesel smoke above me blowing sideways
Shirt sticks to my skin, it’s hot, I’m not thin
A head-ache and a beer can and where am I going?

Machine-like voices echoing from neighboring boats
Seagulls and pale green water in the middle of nowhere
In Athens, in Piraeus, in summer, in wonder
What happened so far, and what after this?

Got to take off my shoes, it’s been a long walk
With a guitar on my back and a bag
But I don’t think it’s romantic anymore
Feels ill, somewhat broken, and I don’t see development

Ship begins to move sideways ever so slowly
See its rear glide across the buildings in the background
Good-bye Piraeus, you stinky old haven
Good-by Athens, your morbid old desert of heat and trash

The houses get smaller now, become slush in the distance
While foam rolls away from both sides of the ship
Sweat chills in the hard breeze from starboard
Girls throw glances, curious to meet someone

Tobacco caught in the laces of my shoes
Normally I don’t sit in the sun but at the moment I do
What’s the thing called where smoke comes out on a boat?
I see one in the distance with a long tail of smoke

So many years ago I was lying on the deck
Looking at the sky when the first light was coming up
Between then and now many things occurred
An old girl walks by in an orange t-shirt

It costs 10.50 E to buy three hours of sea-glitter
A sandwich costs 3.90 E so I didn’t buy one
Out there light and dark blue meet, I have fun
Money is a problem, I don’t care, I have none

It’s hot, it’s oily, it’s fishy and salty
I don’t have a cell-phone so nobody called me
Greek islands in the summer haze
One after the other

I miss you, I miss the ones I love, I miss being whole
I smoke one cigarette after the other, I’m out of control
A girl walks by with “glamour” written on her ass
It was printed on her thin pants, in case you were gonna ask

There’s a war going on inside me and all around me
The more I grow the less I know
There’s another Greek island coming up behind me
I could tell you where I am but I don’t think you’d find me

I’d like to say “please!” and utter a wish
But I have none, that’s all, everything is, I’m fine
A Greek island comes up and disappears
I have no cell-phone, just a plastic cup of tears

Let me take a break and stop talking
If I’d leave the boat it would be on water I’d be walking
All the best to you and everything for love
For the fish in the sea below and the universe above…