High and Dry (1988 Version) Gordon Lightfoot

[Verse 1]
With ladylike devotion
She sails the bitter ocean
If it wasn't for lovesick sailors
There'd be nothin' left but flotsam

[Chorus]
Singing why, me oh my, is there a better man than I?
You find your way back home
Before you're lyin' high and dry
You find your way back home before you die

[Verse 2]
Her sails below like bubbles
While you sip your daily doubles
If she wasn't so fond of the weather
She might give your deckhands trouble

[Chorus]
Singing why, me oh my, is there a better man than I?
You find your way back home
Before you're lyin' high and dry
I hope you find your way back home before you die

[Verse 3]
One day as I grew older
And I found I could not hold her
She took on a fine young skipper
Who soon ran her up on a boulder