Rocks in the Field

Bluebird wine for the millionth time

Pissed out on the Mira, pissed out of our minds

Long tall tales, play on faithful thumbnail

Fabulous jigs on the gunwale and if I fell I never did mind

And ooh it's something to be finally free for when when we're not on the sea

We're just rocks in the field

By gull and cod I can finally shed facades so well

We're whipping past the village, past the reservation line

With sun around my neck, how we barn dance on the deck

And often say pass the courage pass the ever blazing vine

And ooh it's something to be finally free for when when we're not on the sea

We're just rocks in the field

By Isle Madame, I've as much as I could have

And I'm in love with the sights up above, the stars, and the sails

And we sing through the dimming of the day, and we skip along the top of cresting waves

The bay's getting black, we're never heading back, we're getting hard to find

And if they come looking, then all they're gonna find's us pissed on the Mira off bluebird wine

And if they come looking, then all they're gonna find's us pissed on the Mira, pissed out of our minds

Ain't it something to feel? Like you're finally free

When we're not out to sea, we're just rocks in the field

We're just rocks in the field

We're just rocks in the field

We're just rocks in the field

Maybe sneak back through the canal or the coal mines