Man Overboard

I wear my summer clothes at night
A man looks capable when he’s dressed in white
Stroll on the leeward side
Never dress in white on a rising tide
She tipped me more than I was worth
Don’t mistake the intimation of a discount berth
Tell the captain he’s a lucky man
I’ll notify my people on shore of the change of plans
Loose lips
Her reflection off the waves
Her reflection off the waves
Like oil in the rain
A young man’s life is living on the ocean
Trolling for trophy fish and divorcees
Watching the world’s problems like a spot on the horizon
Wearing white pants and rolling up his t-shirt sleeves
The water’s an expensive friend
By your side from the start but more than a likely end
I calculate every risk
No rate of return on a chance that’s missed
Loose lips
Her reflection off the waves
Her reflection off the waves
Like oil in the rain
Seafarer sitting in a deck chair, strident through the night flares,
flirting with a small town mayor
Top coat, waiting for the lifeboat, looking for my passport, tell them there’s
a man overboard