Not Again

Feel like you’ve set sail with this tragic tale of the sea.

Come gather around me, I’ve got something for you to see
It’s the page of a writer lost out at sea
Though his pen was unsteady, and his parchment stained
His heart remained ready as his soul cried in pain

Not again, not again
Hey!

He was but a young lad when he first heard her call
The smell of the fish and the taste of the salt
But he met a fine lass and he sired three girls
He asked for a fourth, but his wife said no more

Not again, not again
She said, not again, not again
Hey!

He had eked out a life writing for the Sentinel Times
But his dream was a novel, most epic and wide
So, every night he told his woman, he had to go and sail the world
Put to paper his adventures, bring to life all his toils

But, not again, she said, not again
Not again, not again

Oh, but he did, oh he did
Yes he did, oh he did

Well, there’s nothing much known of the night they met Davy Jones
Save this bottle that washed up to shore
A single scrap of writing, a lifetime worth of fightings
Is that all that seemed fit to endure

Oh, come gather around me, I’ve got something for you to see
It’s the page of a writer lost out at sea
Though his pen was unsteady, and his parchment stained
His heart remained ready as his soul cried in pain

Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again