Holes in My Ship

Jimy Drawing

Holes in My Ship

Another body with a black soul

Another Sunday with a cracked skull

No other way to find my way to you

Another version of an old song

But it never seems to last long

Help me surface to the fresh airs from the blues

 

I don’t need no-body else so

Don’t let me down

Lost and sea sick, holes in my ship

Don’t let me drown

 

No fuel for the fire

No body for the pyre

Not even money for the dryer oh it’s true

So lord find me something

Enough to get me up this mountain

Enough to get me up this morning ought to do

 

I don’t need no-body else so

Don’t let me down

Lost and sea sick, holes in my ship

Don’t let me drown

 

Like a priest without a pulpit

I’m the Captain of a ghost ship

See the devil with a matchstick over me

Woke up to the burning

All that’s left is this yearning

Help me fix the holes in my ship baby please

 

I don’t need no-body else so

Don’t let me down

Lost and sea sick, holes in my ship

Don’t let me drown