First League Out From Land Lyrics - Singles - The Tossers

Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands 

The divine intoxication of the first league out from land 

Endless sea I've chosen vast and desolate it may seem 

But it's the way we all choose to go, the idea not the dream 

The sun burns me back to consciousness on the deck on which I slept 

I don't want to get up I don't want to go though no one here's inept 

They've all gone their separate ways, all separate ways to home 

That's when we find out where we've gone we travelled out alone 

Time is a test of trouble on this endless sea of wine 

And only sailor knows this trouble, to each is theirs, is thine 

The shanty's a fucking survival test that only the brutish know 

And if I fall down into my own I won't ask you to go 

'Tis only I who knows my travels all upon this endless sea 

And my ship will never come into port lest 'tis by chaos my anarchy 

Will be crushed and if I fall then I will let myself down go 

I will never soon now dock at port though it's hard to get up and go