The Fisherman by The Arms of Someone New Lyrics

The fisherman is leaving
Packing all his suitcase upstairs
There's nothing better I'd like than

Watching him wash away with the shore
An overcoat down in the distance
I'd like invention (I'm not on a mission)

When you get to where you are
Please tell them hello
Some are open ends and some are all confident mothers
With grey hairdos and no respect for the earth
Camouflaging their own knees and counting all their words
For what it's worth

When you get to where you are
Please tell them hello
The fisherman is leaving
Packing up his suitcase upstairs
There's nothing I'd like better than