John Taylor's Month Away - King Creosote, Jon Hopkins

I love to look out at the sea

From the swing park here at Roome Bay beach

Today John Taylor starts his month away

On a boat, one 10 miles east of Aberdeen

A dozen men, thirty days with 24 hours in each

Of shattered boyhood dreams and not much sleep

I’d much rather be me

For once I’d much rather be me

A month at sea and then they’ll surely sleep

With their heads still stuck on land

A month on land and they’ll surely dream

Of girls they can afford but cannot have

And in a drunken haze they’re on a rolling wave

Once again I’d much rather be me

I’d rather be me

Once again I’d much rather be me

For once I’d much rather be me