John Taylor's Month Away

I love to look out at the sea
 From the swing park here at Roome Bay beach
 Today John Taylor starts his month away
 On a boat, one 10 miles east of Aberdeen
 A dozen men, thirty days with 24 hours in each
 Of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep
 I'd much rather be me
 For once I'd much rather be me
 A month at sea and then they'll surely sleep
 With their heads still stuck on land
 A month on land and they'll surely dream
 Of girls they can afford but cannot have
 And in a drunken haze they're on a rolling wave
 Once again I'd much rather be me
 I'd rather be me
 Once again I'd much rather be me
 For once again I'd much rather be me