Watch the sky
The storms round here come in real fast
And someone died just last month a mile from here
But we just carry on the way we do
We just carry on - there’s nothing else that we can do

Tall ships on dry land
Dream that sink into the sand
Where every breath is a year gone by
Tall ships –can’t fly

Almost old – youth round here don’t last too long
We’re bought and sold – in this place where we belong
A place no-one would dream of coming to
A place no-one would dream of
Where no dreams ever come true

Tall ships on dry land
Dreams that sink into the sand
We’re low on faith but we’re hard as nails
Tall ships with no sails