Mercy of the Sea

Now on the day I was born from my mama's belly torn, an angry sea did roar.
Old Poseidon knew, full-well, that a captain had been born, a captain brave as hell.
I got bones made of coral, salt water in my veins, and a tidal wave of hope.
And when I stole Poseidon's trident there was nothing he could do except curse my world in storm.

Here I am, once again,
At the mercy of the sea
All my life, all my light,
You just keep on coming back to me.

I spent nearly all my days on this old, wooden boat drifting to-and-fro about the sea.
And I’ve seen so much heartache I don’t care to remember and that’s why I can’t forget.
I’ve wrestled 20 ft. swells. They tried to take me back to Hell, but not a one has prevailed.
And how that sweet little girl with the green-brown eyes, oh how she can take me there at will.

Like any other sailor man that’s ever been to port, a shot of booze and a whole lot of love.
I found myself in Philly on December, 28th, nearly 4 long years ago.
T’was a night I remember, to never-soon forget, as the first time I ever held her hand.
Now I’ve made love to countless mermaids and all the Sirens too, but it’s strange how none compare to you.