If You Ever See Me Talking To A Sailor Lyrics - The Last Ship - Original Broadway Cast Recording

When the winds from the Eastern quarter, 

And there's a pungent taste of salt upon the breeze. 

Something troubles your insides 

like a scum upon the tides, 

a something washed up on the beach down by the quays. 

Intuition's what a girl in love relies on 

I should've known he only wanted to be free 

I drew my line upon the sand 

Only a fool would ever stand 

between a man--and his involvement with the sea 

And when the tide rolls out 

You'll find your bed is empty and he's gone 

So if you ever see me talking to a sailor 

Some scurvy no-good mongrel of a tar 

You knock the drink out of my hand 

Push me over where I stand 

Take a slug at me but somewhere I won't scar 

Pin my body to the ground 

and slap my face to bring me round 

then you can roll my silly ass out of this bar. 

For a sailor's not a man to be trusted 

He'll bill and coo call you his "chickadee" 

Oh, but when he's had his way 

All you'll get is his "good day", 

Then he'll blow a kiss and scuttle back to sea. 

And when the tide rolls out 

You'll find your bed is empty and he's gone 

So if you ever see me talking to a sailor, 

And I blithely stand there passing time of day 

No, don't you hesitate to think 

Someone's tampered with your drink 

And he's shaking out your handbag in the time it takes to blink 

And all the booze you've ever bought him 

He's just throwing up in the sink 

Just call the funny farm and carry me away! 

For a sailor's not a man to be trusted 

He's treacherous as tides and hidden reefs 

And just to get you up the stairs 

He'll quote the Bible in his prayers 

And before you know he's bound for Tenerife 

And when the tide rolls out 

You'll find your house is empty and he's gone 

And when the tide rolls out 

You'll find your heart is empty and he's gone 

And when you become a woman of a certain age 

You'll find it's difficult to trust a man 

Difficult to gauge, when that bills rat who left you 

Without a living wage thinks there's still 

that tawdry glamour of the sea 

That, I swear to God's completely lost on me. 

So, if you ever hear me talking to a sailor 

Some mangy sea-dog skulking on the quay 

Ah, just remind me what I've said 

Or you can shoot me in the head 

And then throw my bleeding body in the sea! 

You'll find your bed is empty and he's--gone!