Brought up in the world of changes, part time cleaner in a holiday feat

I stare out to sea at the ships at night

No anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day to day

No zephyr, no light relief it seems

But maybe it's a dream

I'm lying back in a row of timber cases

Placed out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at me

And I can see now and I wanna be free now

This is my home

This is my sea

Don't paint it with the future of factories

I want to stay

I feel ok

There's nothing else that's perfect

I'll have my way

Brought up in a world of changes, waste product pedestrian limb from limb

Short changed by the surfing priest again

Two children in the harbour, they play their games storm water drain

Write their contract in the sand, it'll be grey for life

but you can draw the blind, but you can't stop the sun

From shining on and on

And getting you there

Tide forever beckons you to leave something holds you back

It's not the promise of a swell or a girl just

A hope that someday someway it'll be ok

So you step and say

This is my home

This is my sea

Don't paint it with the future of factories

This is my life

This is my right

I'll make it what I want to

I'll stay and I'll fight