Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory. So take a minute to remember the part of you that might be the old man calling me. Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song. Got appointments to keep now. The Whaler's Dues Money speaks.
Soft hearts lose.
The truth only whispers. It's the whaler's dues. I've been running on diesel. Been running on coal. Running on borrowed time, if truth's to be told.