A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat

Sitting there for hours in the cold

Patience is a virtue til we die

Then a ripple in the water caught my eye.

Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for

That's the time to be the first one on the dance floor

We go from green to blue to go to black

Breathe deep, who knows how long will this last.

Only was last week I learnt to drive

Stole my mother's keys and drove all night

Christine never showed it's 4 am

Started up mum's car drove home again.

One year ago I kissed my bride

Now I wait to hear my baby's cry

Woman showed me all that she knew then

To cut himself down man's born again.

Christine died and now I'm here alone

What I wouldn't give to be on that wooden boat.