Good Morning Portugal
"Good Morning Portugal"
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring,
Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters.
Such is the life of a man without borders,
Living free to fulfill captains' orders.
Yet, he who says the better life is an illusion,
Has always left behind something worth losing,
And whose golden shores exist beyond dreams,
Lives without love and the torture it brings,
The torture that stings your saltwater-split-lips
And peppers your memories imagining the moment you've missed
On High Stakes, High Stakes, and High Seas,
Believe what you please main thing is you believe
"Good morning Portugal!" I bellow from the undertow,
And from my lonely boat my feelings shift from doubt to hope
Cause in the world there's only two types of sailors
And I'm the kind who's left something on him waiting.
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
Good morning, Good morning
Good morning Portugal,
I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
By now I've known the boat long enough to call it home
Know my way down every broken slope of cobblestone
Still every known and then there'll be a time that comes
Strangers catch the cracks in my un-native tounge
Expectant faces, crowding asking "Where you from?"
I know exactly just can't answer it's like my mind is numb
Now you're not a prophet if you prophesize the things that pass
But it's the memories of the prodigal that turned him back
So please excuse the silent pause when you try to ask
It's not a Sailors Duty to think beyond his mast
So please excuse this interruption if you want to know
It's not a Sailors duty to ever want a home
Good morning Portugal I whisper as I walk ashore
Another day another place I've never been before
Cause in the world there's only two types of stories
And here's to me as I control where mine is going
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
Good morning, Good morning
Good morning Portugal,
I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring,
Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters.
Such is the life of a man without borders,
Living free to fulfill captains' orders.
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring,
Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters.
Such is the life of a man without borders,
Living free to fulfill captains' orders.
Yet, he who says the better life is an illusion,
Has always left behind something worth losing,
And whose golden shores exist beyond dreams,
Lives without love and the torture it brings,
The torture that stings your saltwater-split-lips
And peppers your memories imagining the moment you've missed
On High Stakes, High Stakes, and High Seas,
Believe what you please main thing is you believe
"Good morning Portugal!" I bellow from the undertow,
And from my lonely boat my feelings shift from doubt to hope
Cause in the world there's only two types of sailors
And I'm the kind who's left something on him waiting.
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
Good morning, Good morning
Good morning Portugal,
I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
By now I've known the boat long enough to call it home
Know my way down every broken slope of cobblestone
Still every known and then there'll be a time that comes
Strangers catch the cracks in my un-native tounge
Expectant faces, crowding asking "Where you from?"
I know exactly just can't answer it's like my mind is numb
Now you're not a prophet if you prophesize the things that pass
But it's the memories of the prodigal that turned him back
So please excuse the silent pause when you try to ask
It's not a Sailors Duty to think beyond his mast
So please excuse this interruption if you want to know
It's not a Sailors duty to ever want a home
Good morning Portugal I whisper as I walk ashore
Another day another place I've never been before
Cause in the world there's only two types of stories
And here's to me as I control where mine is going
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
As I arrive upon your bay
I can't arrive at what to say
Good morning Portugal,
Good morning, Good morning
Good morning Portugal,
I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring,
Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters.
Such is the life of a man without borders,
Living free to fulfill captains' orders.
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Myers
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