Ships - Greg Brown

Mariyln Monroe was so tired

She was so tired, she was so tired

City girl lost in a field of rye

And see what she has done

Now she’s out on a boat on the ocean

Turning around and around

Sail for a dress and her hand on her breast

Out on the rolling sea

Out on the rolling sea

John Wayne was so sick

He was so thick, he was up a crick

Cowboy lost in a long steel hall

And see what he has done

Now he’s out on a boat on the ocean

Turning around and around

Lashed to the mast and free at last

Out on the rolling sea

Out on the rolling sea

Elvis Presley was so fat

They gave him all that, just to stand pat

Jaguar lost in a living room

And you see what he has done

Now he’s out on a boat on the ocean

Turning around and around

The dolphins gather to hear him moan

Out on the rolling sea

Out on the rolling sea

And will you rock the boat, Mr. Presley?

Will you let us see it, Miss Monroe?

Will you save us, Mr. John Wayne, sir?

We come so far to go back alone

We come so far

All the long ships are sailing away

With one little candle to light the way

'til they come to a place where the sun goes down

And they all start turning around

And they all start turning around

They all start turning around