Feels like I'm growing at a distancenOr am I growing distantnI'm not exactly sure which one I meannAll this singing's got me wishing,nThat I wasn't listening to the favor enveloping mennI think I've got my footing set,nI lie a lot I know but yet it's getting me places these daysnAll this singing's got me wishin,nThat I wasn't listening to anything my pen had to saynnHow nautical, sabbatical, men praying by the sea!nI said I'd love to join the crew boysnBut the chapel never did a thing for menThey whisper in my ear, pack up your instruments and meet us by the shorenAnd use it like we tell you to!nOr we'll throw that 6-string blasphemy off-board!nnOh god oh dear,nOh how I wish my musings could be clearnHold still my dearnThere's everything to loose and much to fearnThere's everything to loose and much to-nnFeels like I'm following a pattern,nBut you've gone and changed my threadsnIt's the same story in different wordsnBut a dollar says you'll doubt it cause you don't know shit about itnBut don't worry Amanda you'll learnnnI think I've got my footing set,nI lie a lot I know but yet it's getting me places these daysnAll this praying's got me thinking,nIf I ever put down drinking I won't ever have important things to saynnOh god oh dear,nOh how I wish my funeral was herenAnd now it's clearnSo grab a girl or grab another beernnOh god oh dear!nOh how we wish our funeral was here!nAnd now it's clear!nSo grab a girl or grab another beer!nThere's everything to loose and much to fear