Sea-feverI must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song...

The distant soul can shake the distant friend’s soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces,And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,So I trust, too.

(…) It,s hard not to be able. There, look there!/ I cannot get the movement nor the light;/Sometimes it almost makes a man despair/To try and try and never get it right./Oh, if I could...

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.