I'll fly by the seat of my pants
No air fields I'll need or want to touch down on
I'd rather be traveling solo
No road is long enough for me to return by

Seaside
A sack full of shells for no lark
Inland
A mouth full of dirt I grew up on
Upstream
A drink that is freshest for no one
Below ground
A darkness I'll keep to myself

I'll sink by the weight of my own shame
No harbour i'll score to weather the worst storms
I'd rather be suffering solo
No shoulder is wide enough for me to collapse in

Seaside
A sack full of shells for no lark
Inland
A mouth full of dirt I grew up on
Upstream
A drink that is freshest for no one
Below ground
A darkness I'll keep to myself
There's A darkness I'll keep to myself
There's A darkness I'll keep to myself

I'll fly by the seat of my pants