Shoot Through

Farewell Plymouth, your morning cold
and grey
Is painting shadows on my thoughts
And we're bound for nowhereJoseph, I know you're trusting me to see
you right
And I know you can't stand the fighting
For one more nightJoseph, the mud gives way to coral
somewhereAnd the hours of light they last and last
We'll see no more hostile flag there
From craft unknown we will have grown free
From sighing