I'm a butcher and a barber   And I live down by the sea   Waiting at the harbour for the ships to come to me   Take all they can offer   And they leave eventually   And they don't return   And I never learn      You can loose your grip by degrees   Thin yourself   Misery   The fact we got from A to B   That's good enough for me      you're a barber and a butcher too   Then you know how I feel   With eyes upon the future   As the past has no appeal   This is all that's left for us   What happened to the deal?   What a sting   What a burn   Do I never learn?      You can loose your grip along the way   Got to strip some layers away   I got it wrong but I can get it right   Just turn me towards the light   Like a flower about to bloom   You must protect me   Give me room      I failed to understand you   Must you make such fuss   Too late to take the tiller   On this course we can't adjust   Time will take her hull from you   And turn it into rust   From bow to stern      But we can get a grip   What do you say?   And we could sail this ship away   We can sing a song   Win the fight   just turn me towards the light   Like a flower about to bloom   You must protect me   Give me room   ohhh   Give me room