We wander through your citynWe've traveled very farnWe spend our hard-earned money at the barnnWe can't afford a taxinWe shouldn't drive a carnAnd tomorrow, we return to the seanYes, tomorrow, return to the seannI love you, dear old RobynnI've loved you all alongnTo you I leave every word in every songnMy friends say I'm bipolarnMy friends are sometimes wrongnnThese illusions are all I take with menOn the cold and lonely, unforgiving sea:nA love that will nevernEver come to be.