Joel the Organ Player

I love my Johnny, he's all that I have
But a pirate is all he strives to be
My heart is with him
But my home's with the land, not the sea

So I'll sit on my organ and play all my notes
'til at last we drop anchor at bay
I know Johnny will leave at departure
I wish that he'd stay

Say what you wanna
I'm caught in the rudders
I'm floating on seven drinks in
The boat is still sailing
But my heart is failing
To be there for my only man

New York sounds fancy, they eat with handkerchiefs
Yet drink like a drunkard in June
Want the lights of the city
I'm sick of the light of the moon

Poor Johnny likes water, likе lambs to the slaughter
Our love's ran a rig on our hopе
I know I'll hang the jib
'til we heave to my own newfound home

I'm feeling seasick
I'm lost in my feelings
I long for a home on the shore
The waves will get higher
I'll drown in desires
Hope Johnny and I will move forward

(Take it away, One-Arm Pete!)