John Taylor's Month Away Lyrics

I love to look out at the sea
from the Swing Park here at Rum Bay Beach
Today John Taylor starts his month away
on a boat one-ten miles east of Aberdeen

A dozen men, thirty days with twenty-four 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 they will surely sleep
with their heads still stuck on land
A month on land and then they'll surely dream
of girls they can afford but cannot have

And in the drunken haze they're on a rolling wave
For once again I'd much rather be me
I'd much rather be me
Once again I'd much rather be me

For once again I'd much rather be me