Out By The Bay

This town has gone and,
Left me feeling empty.
Prospects of normality's,
And luxuries I have thrown,

Out in the bay.

Crossing the causeway's,
Like warping to the Bizzaro World.
Perplexed by the faces,
Of the people that live out that way.

Out by the bay.

Fishing boat's the antidote,
To old men and heritage.
I don't feel connected,
I'm not part of the package.

Out by the bay.

Standing by the bridge,
Looking at the garbage,
Floating in the water,
Held together with sludgy solder.

Out by the bay.

Piss off the Sampson Trail,
In the evening when the sky turns frail,
Adding to the yellow stains,
On the rocks by the Sampson Trail.

Out by the bay.