In The Pub
From a pint filled with ale, on a table in a pub, on a corner of a street in a town on an Isle, drinks the loneliest man in the world and he thinks as he drinks of his love for a while.
Ahoy
As our rotten ship sails
Over shipwrecks and wales
The damp and the cold in our coats
For the treasure we went
By pure pleasure hell-bent
Ship ahoy, keep the vessel afloat.
Cave Men
In caves we dwell and search for light,
The ultimate forgiving bright.
And once it's found, with all our might, we drag it deep beneath the ground.