To the docks where weight and boredom
They arrive, bellies loaded with fruit
They come from the ends of the earth
Where we live almost naked
I'd love to scrub off this gray
It seems to me that misery
When we talk of girls and love
I lose my sense of things
Where I see, arms stretched
It seems to me that misery
On a creaking rust bucket
Taking the road that leads to
I'll run, leaving my past
No bags and a heart set free
It seems to me that misery
It seems to me that misery