Lyrics Ships - Greg Brown

Ships

Mariyln Monroe was so tired
She was so tired, she was so tired
City girl lost in a field of rye
And see what she has done
Now she’s out on a boat on the ocean
Turning around and around
Sail for a dress and her hand on her breast
Out on the rolling sea
Out on the rolling sea
John Wayne was so sick
He was so thick, he was up a crick
Cowboy lost in a long steel hall
And see what he has done
Now he’s out on a boat on the ocean
Turning around and around
Lashed to the mast and free at last
Out on the rolling sea
Out on the rolling sea
Elvis Presley was so fat
They gave him all that, just to stand pat
Jaguar lost in a living room
And you see what he has done
Now he’s out on a boat on the ocean
Turning around and around
The dolphins gather to hear him moan
Out on the rolling sea
Out on the rolling sea
And will you rock the boat, Mr. Presley?
Will you let us see it, Miss Monroe?
Will you save us, Mr. John Wayne, sir?
We come so far to go back alone
We come so far
All the long ships are sailing away
With one little candle to light the way
'til they come to a place where the sun goes down
And they all start turning around
And they all start turning around
They all start turning around