I’m not enjoying your cruise
Not at all
I’m ready to hit the booze
Hoping that you’ll call.
My stomach is in knots
My mind isn’t clear
I see the storm brewing
And I live in fear.
Where are you?
Your ship I can’t track.
The storm is getting bolder
I can’t wait until your back.
Are you on the island in the sun
Enjoying the sites and having fun?
While I sit here in terror
Wondering where oh where?
You’re home, sweet home.
My held breath I let go
You had a great time
Even with the ebb and flow.
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