Sour Milk/ Salt Water - Port O'Brien

I don’t got a trust fund, if the luck don’t come

It could be a cold one, all through winter

My father liked it better when it was better weather

But now, more than ever, he is ready to quit

Back to California, boy I could have warned you

That if I could afford you, we’d all stay there

Put away the work clothes, salt water in the nose

Look at how my hands froze, ready to quit

I don’t know where my love went

She flew away the other day

Maybe back to where her arms always burn

I’m thinking, but I already know

Pilot light’s going out, no more bread to go around

Do you know the love I’ve found for the bay?

Looking for skiff and seine, all that you bring is pain

Can’t see through the rain, letters stopped

Fifty pound bag of flour, generator lost its power

All the milk is going sour, get the wine

Race around, cheat the clock, gotta get of the dock

Looking for another flock to call my own

I don’t know where my love went

She flew away the other day

Maybe back to where her mind always turns

I’m thinking, but I already know

I don’t know where my love went

She flew away the other day

Maybe back to her place of concern

I’m thinking, but I already know