It was dark the day I ran away to sea
But it'll be darker still the day I've had my fill and come crying,
"This world's got the best of me"
My mother still leaves out a light every night just the same
And in my childhood room that's laid out like a tomb
They've got photograph headstones all carved with my name
But I've tasted saltwater, and freedom, and rum
And I'm far too far gone for your kindness to save
So when Davey Jones wakes in his locker
And pulls me under the waves
Don't cry my friends, I've chosen my end
Let the wind and the sea be my grave
I remember the house that I left like it was yesterday
The comfort of sunlight on carpet, the smells of the kitchen all begged me to stay
I had a bright future ahead of me or so I was told
A career and a wife and a house and a child and a lifetime's protection against hunger and cold
But I've lived half my life eating hardtack and brine
And I've collapsed with the sun at the end of each day
And I pray as I lay in my hammock each night,
"Lord, help me to be brave;
Let each dart find it's whale and our ropes never fail,
Let the wind and the sea -
- May they all wash over me
Let the wind and the sea be my grave"