I'm not sure about life after this; god knows I'm not a spiritual man.
You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you.
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea, there ain't no island left for islanders like me.
They say there's a heaven for those who wait, some say it's better I say it ain't.
The biggest regret? This may be one of those years I have no regrets.
Some of the stuff I'm writing is almost like hymns, some of my first singing and choral experiences were in church, the Church of Christ in Hicksville.