One, two, three, four
In the past I was a sailor, sweet mother ocean, I failed her
I died alone inside her womb
And now I crave all citrus, and my thirst is endless
All my clothes are shades of blue
Reborn to walk these streets, miles and miles from the sea
Can't see the stars above, no sails to carry me
Every wound I get, every scar I've kept
I blame it all on dry land
Trash, dirt and gasoline, I can't seem to stay clean
City sun bakes me dry
I leave things as I found them, I climb up every mountain
Just to keep her in my eye
I miss her waves of salt, telling me it's not my fault
Even from far away, I hear them sirens call
It brings me to my knees, I've lost all that's close to me
I blame it all on dry land
Out of Santa Fe, up to Half Moon Bay
Where the sand blows on the road
I miss my native waters, I miss my sort of daughter
More than they will ever know
Lovers pass by, I don't mind
They had their chances, I had mine
One day I'll sail again, she'll ask me where I've been
I'll blame it all on dry land
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