Bayou Lyrics

Sinking on this life boat

Not too far from my abode

Whether here or in my hold

I'll be fraught with the cold

There's nothing for me here

Thought so for many years

Won't go back to my bed

Here I'm not stuck within my head

Upon this open water

I meet sons and I meet daughters

Plenty of conversation

Met a man from a foreign nation

He told me many tales of yonder

Fancy worlds that I could ponder

Yet nothing seems to last

They all enter my past

Even as I tread this water

I can't help but be bothered

All I've met have called me friend

But why does a hand never extend?

Sinking on this life boat

Not too far from my abode

Whether here or in my hold

I'll be fraught with the cold

There's nothing for me here

Thought so for many years

Won't go back to my bed

Here I'm not stuck within my head