Sep 2
The waves were high,
The North Sea was calm,
But the rollers don’t care,
They just move along…
I didn’t heave, but the rig did.
The beckons of angels, were always bid.
I was just making it through the night,
So I could sleep the next day.
The rhythm of the engines.
Let me always drift away.
I knew I was living,
I knew I was alive.
For staying alive.
On the 135.
The North Sea was calm,
But the rollers don’t care,
They just move along…
I didn’t heave, but the rig did.
The beckons of angels, were always bid.
I was just making it through the night,
So I could sleep the next day.
The rhythm of the engines.
Let me always drift away.
I knew I was living,
I knew I was alive.
For staying alive.
On the 135.
09/01/24 – A time to live, a time to die. Somebody said that somewhere… And thank you Evan, wherever you are…. Oil Field Trash - what a club! You tube the title. I'm at the end.
