Please have your backpack ready to go
'cause I'm standing in the doorway but not much longer.
See me off 'cause I'm going to Ireland's shores
To stand on the rocks while the wind is blowing.
Then I'll reach out
And do a nose dive.
I'll wait for the sea
To show me it's alive.
Take a run, dear son, to the grocery store
And make sure to brush your hair - the wind's torrential.
It is prudent to bear yourself as an average man
Or else everyone will think that you've gone mental.