"Home And Dry Mk 2." lyrics
(from "The Score" soundtrack)
Oh I'll row with the waves till the numbness
And though the sea calls your voice is my compass
I'm pulled out by the swell
Put your ear to the shell
You can listen to my ocean song
I'm singing through the roughest storm
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
Oh I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
I could stay here swing through the seasons
Look for a change here, question my reasons
Now look and I'm leaving
These things are worth achieving
There's nets to be shot son
I'm 'way with the flotsam
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
The sun sets bright as a furnace
But I'm not sure quite when my turn is
I'm searching for a landmark
Gazing out through the dark
I need your reminding
That the lighthouse is shining
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
And though the sea calls your voice is my compass
I'm pulled out by the swell
Put your ear to the shell
You can listen to my ocean song
I'm singing through the roughest storm
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
Oh I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
I could stay here swing through the seasons
Look for a change here, question my reasons
Now look and I'm leaving
These things are worth achieving
There's nets to be shot son
I'm 'way with the flotsam
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
The sun sets bright as a furnace
But I'm not sure quite when my turn is
I'm searching for a landmark
Gazing out through the dark
I need your reminding
That the lighthouse is shining
Oh when the winds are whipping at the big cut
Licking at the quay wall
We can feel the musterin' squall
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
I wish that I could fly
So I could be home and dry
And haul away!
Writer(s): Johnny Flynn
