Brought up in a world of changes
Part time cleaner in a holiday flat
I stare out to sea at the ships at night
No anesthesia
I´m going to work on it day to day

No zephyr, no light relief it seems
But maybe it´s a dream
I´m lying back in a row of timber cases
Placed out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at me
And I can see now and I wanna be free now
This is my home, this is my sea
Don´t paint it with the future of factories
I want to stay, I feel okay
There´s nothing else that´s perfect
I´ll have my way
We´re all sinking in our own mud
We´re all sinking in our own mud
Brought up in a world of changes
Waste product pedestrian limb from limb
A short changed by the surfing priest again
Two children in the harbor
They play their games, storm water drain

Write their contract in the sand, it´ll be gray for life
But you can draw the blind but you can´t stop the sun
From shining on and on and getting you there
Tide forever beckons you to leave, something holds you back
It´s not the promise of a swell or a girl just
The hope that some day, some way it´ll be okay
So you stop and say
This is my home, this is my sea
Don´t paint it with the future of factories
This is my life, this is my right
I´ll make it what I want to
I´ll stay and I´ll fight
I´ll fight and I´ll fight and I´ll fight
And I´ll fight and I´ll fight
I´ll fight and I´ll fight and I´ll fight