Farewell To Gouyave Lyrics

The sun that hid a week behind the clouds is smiling down on us today

As we stumble through this little fishing town, pockets empty as our brains

Tabs yet to pay, and every penny spent on food and drink and company

Now it's time to bid farewell to Gouyave and take our chances out at sea

So we will hoist our sails, oh boys, our days ashore are done with the morning tide

Let's see if any stars align

Well somebody packed tobacco and some matches, someone else packed fishing rods

We all swore we'd only eat what we could catch, and what a crock of shit that was

We put in with empty bottles, empty bellies, empty promises of making good

Just to find old Benjamin don't go as far as everybody always said he would

Now there's no fuel (we'll catch the wind)

And no more food (we'll eat the fins)

Bar tabs are due (what a week it's been)

We might be screwed

But we will hoist our sails, oh boys, our days ashore are done with the morning tide

And we will point these pale and worn out faces homeward, driving day and night

Let's see if any stars align

It occurs to me, twenty miles from shore on open sea

There might be lessons to be learned, but we

We never seem to be the best with short term memories

So we will hoist our sails, oh boys, our days ashore are done with the morning tide

And we will point these pale and worn out faces homeward, driving day and night

Let's see if any stars align