The Odyssey
Of the ship that I was sailing there is not much I can tell
It was built by hand in Belfast from Southampton we set sail
And I stood up on the Bridge
My face pressed to the glass
With a sharp intake of breath I lost sight of you at last
We ran into some trouble after years away at sea
The battle was now over but that was not the end for me
My friends they all got scattered
Crushed and torn apart
You don't stand a chance of swimming
when you're weighed down by your heart
Some women gave me shelter; some drew me to their breast
And offered me a sanctuary while I was chased out by the rest
But I always had to go
I was only passing through
I could never settle while I was coming home to you
I've been loved and been imprisoned have seduced and been deceived
That you would still be waiting I have never not believed
Oh but you are like a siren
Men gather all around
But I will seal their fate if they're there when I hit town
Because love it is a precious thing, to lose it is a sin
So when I come back to find you don't waste a second let me in
I know that I am older
I suppose I must have changed
But we can put in order what the years have rearranged
It was built by hand in Belfast from Southampton we set sail
And I stood up on the Bridge
My face pressed to the glass
With a sharp intake of breath I lost sight of you at last
We ran into some trouble after years away at sea
The battle was now over but that was not the end for me
My friends they all got scattered
Crushed and torn apart
You don't stand a chance of swimming
when you're weighed down by your heart
Some women gave me shelter; some drew me to their breast
And offered me a sanctuary while I was chased out by the rest
But I always had to go
I was only passing through
I could never settle while I was coming home to you
I've been loved and been imprisoned have seduced and been deceived
That you would still be waiting I have never not believed
Oh but you are like a siren
Men gather all around
But I will seal their fate if they're there when I hit town
Because love it is a precious thing, to lose it is a sin
So when I come back to find you don't waste a second let me in
I know that I am older
I suppose I must have changed
But we can put in order what the years have rearranged
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan John Campbell O'reilly, David Stuart Granshaw, Tyler Kyte
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