Old Town

There's truth in the stories of every drunk sailor The fables are true there are ghosts in the water The weight of them keeps me awake Oh the ocean and I never sleep Well I stand by the moon with the salt on my lips There's a yell in my heart as I prefer your kiss We've been out here for weeks and it's cold And I so wish that I could come home But we sail foreign land though To seize opportunity When we make port it's a fortune we'll grab We'll make something for ourselves And I'll send for you my Annabel This container is cold and the ocean is mean All hours of the night, grown men I hear em plead I'd cry with them too if it'd bring you to me In time I'll save you from a cold old town This old town We hit the port running straight into the city Free men on a high the worlds ripe for the picking I can't join in the rejoice Oh there's something here I can't voice There's song of cheer but there's something a miss They sell diamonds in shops while men sleep in the parks Nobody looks you in eye and I long for someone to say hi There's billionaire jumping off penthouse apartments While out in the dark a man screams from the park bench The bubbles burst the bottoms fallen out There's economists in this town This container is cold and the ocean is mean All hours of the night, grown men I hear em plead I'd cry with them too if it'd bring you to me In time I'll save you from a cold old town This old This old This old town