Please have your backpack ready to go
cause Im standing in the doorway but not much longer.
See me off cause Im going to Irelands shores
To stand on the rocks while the wind is blowing.
Then Ill reach out
And do a nose dive.
Ill wait for the sea
To show me its alive.
Take a run, dear son, to the grocery store
And make sure to brush your hair - the winds torrential.
It is prudent to bear yourself as an average man
Or else everyone will think that youve gone mental.