Heaven Only Knows Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

I thought I’d found my sea legs, how wrong could I be?
I’ve been feeling rather queasy since we set out on the sea
There is no chance of shore leave, there's nowhere else to hide
It’ll be some weeks just rolling with the tide
I’ll have to find the middle ground if I will survive
Getting used to higher seas to keep myself alive
It didn’t take a press gang to shovel me onboard
I guess I tired of dry land and your empty words
Thought you’d be my saving grace, my reason to carry on
But my words they fell on deafened ears, how could I be so wrong
So I’ve taken to the ocean to escape from all my woes
And where on Earth I’ll end up heaven only knows
It’s a tricky situation if we sink or swim
And to find a haven safe enough, the chance is very slim
I know I’m not the only one who feels like giving up
Or taking to a life raft and relying on my luck
I’ll be searchin’ for a place where a summer breeze it blows
And where on earth I’ll end up, heaven only knows
Some place that might suit should be far far from the waves
To save myself the anguish and feeling like a slave
You can’t blame me for your mistakes my own are just enough
I thought wrong that I could rely on you when times were getting tough
But I’ll always be a searcher from my head down to my toes
And where on Earth I’ll end up, heaven only knows