Magellan Straight Chile.
I was sailing on the water
Looking down I could see my face
I imagined me down in a cool dark place.
My boots chafed my blistered feet.
It was just like yesterday
A fathomless bottomless canned repeat.
Staring in that cool dark place.
I stumbled to my cabin
It was just a mess.
I decided I had to clear the deck!
My feet still hurt but I had
My trainers on.
So I took a shot of whiskey
And just carried on.
I sat on my day bed
Considered my load
All my shipmates were up the road.
So I went and with whiskey
Had another look
Way down into that cool dark place.
The water in Chile was always black
Especially Magellans straight it stared right back.
I watched some Whales majestic and black
I saw them dive with flukes held high
Yes straight down to that cool dark place
I think the beauty showed upon my face.
In the distance flew snow capped tops
I wanted to be there but I’m in a space
That draws me to look upon this cold dark place.
Yes Magellan straight was the one
I could look forever at that cool dark place.