Poor Mans Poison — At the Winds Will lyrics

Lyrics

A ship the size of cities
Rolling in the wind
A crew of real men singing
This is all we know.
A ship the size of cities
Rolling in the wind
A crew of real men singing
This is all we know.
And as the capitan orders
His men below
With eyes of tells yet sharren
They already know.
They’re not going home.
So let’s take this storm head on to the wind!
And sway our glasses one more time with you my friends tonight.
So just cast your wishes to the sea.
And just say the same old prayer for all my brothers and me
So when you set your sails set 'em to be free.
And when you reach that open water sing a ship mates song for me.
A ship the size of cities
Resting down below
No longer hear them singing
Just their stories told.
And now their story’s told
So let’s take this storm head on to the wind
And sway our glasses one more time with you my friends tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight.