Tom Hartley Booth - Open Seas Part 1 (Keeps Me Honest)

Conquer the ocean by the noon day sun
By stars the same water turns to ice
Retreat the sails unclothe the skinny mast
And package me with whiskey and a pair of dice

That noon day sun has got crescent-like motion
And only clouds lie up above
Weak are my eyes as I follow their movement
When luck should grant me wind that's gentle enough

Oh but you see me at my worst
My bones yawn in days like these
But it keeps me honest
This winter's bringing me down to my knees
But keeps me honest on these open seas

Gone are the sunny days of food to spare
I saver now each crust of bread
Now is the test of my generous claims
Promises I may have made when my heart was fed

I've seen the fishes as they rise to taunt me
They move too fast for my tired cold hands
But I'm resourceful and I'm building a net
So come join me for dinner if you ain't got other plans

Oh but you see me at my worst
My bones yawn in days like these
But it keeps me honest
This winter's bringing me down to my knees
But keeps me honest on these open seas

Oh but I am yours and ever shall be
Wherever I go you are with me

So climb aboard now because all are welcome
The water's wetter where our morals bend
You think you're evil but I think I can top you
But beggars can't be choosers and we all need friends

I'll light a fire as I wait for love to find me
My only hope is that I have enough wood
I often find when I'm running out of patience
I am able to withstand more than I thought I could

Oh but you see me at my worst
My bones yawn in days like these
But it keeps me honest
This winter's bringing me down to my knees
But keeps me honest on these open seas

Written by:
Thomas Hartley Booth

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