Black where I come from - Lyrics
 

Cumberland Farms, East Main, I stop to pick up supplies. Then
I point my hood ornament downtown, to the bridge.
As I lower my stuff on deck and as I unfasten the lines,
old man Murphy lays his big hands on the rail and says "You're going out?"

And I say "Yes, Murph, going out"
and he looks at me in this meaningful way and says nothing

As I motor past the point and the "Pleasure craft only" sign
Harbourmaster radios in 'n says "Joe, you must be deaf, dumb and blind because
there's a hole as big as Texas on this here pressure chart
take a look at it, man, it's big and bad and it's still dropping fast.

What are you doing ? Come on, you've got a wife and kids
Where are you going? I don't want no part of this, What are you doing?"

Charting a course into the heart of the storm
the big black low where the weather report says "DON'T"
it's dark, where I'm going but it's black, where I come from.

If I would look back now, I would see the lighthouse drop out of sight
I could turn back now, but I think I'll stay out for the night.

Mama, it's not that I'm tired of this life
It's not that I like the darkness it's just I want to see where if it ever ends.

Find out if the waves and the wind are strong enough to rip this wheel from my hands.
Let the force of the gale tear at my sail.
Feel the the spray in my face, only one of us will have his way
Try to take me where you wanna go and I'll try to be the one to say "Yes" or "No"
Either way it will be fine ,anyway it will be mine I'll go down or I will fly
but I will know I am alive

Charting a course into the heart of the storm
the big black low where the weather report says "DON'T"
it's dark, where I'm going but it's black, where I come from.

it's dark, dark, where I'm going, I see dark clouds ahead, dark, so dark
dark, dark clouds where I'm going. but it's black, where I come from.

 

07.02.2017