Brought up in the world of changes, part time cleaner in a holiday
  feat
  I stare out to sea at the ships at night
  No anaesthesia, I'm going to work on it day to day
  No zephyr, no light relief it seems
  
  But maybe it's a dream
  I'm lying back in a row of timber cases
  Placed out on the dock with nightmare faces looking at me
  And I can see now and I wanna be free now
  
  This is my home
  This is my sea
  Don't paint it with the future of factories
  I want to stay
  I feel ok
  There's nothing else that's perfect
  I'll have my way
  
  Brought up in a world of changes, waste product pedestrian limb
  from limb
  Short changed by the surfing priest again
  Two children in the harbour, they play their games storm water
  drain
  Write their contract in the sand, it'll be grey for life
  
  But you can draw the blind, but you can't stop the sun
  From shining on and on
  And getting you there
  Tide forever beckons you to leave something holds you back
  It's not the promise of a swell or a girl just
  A hope that someday someway it'll be ok
  So you step and say
  
  This is my home
  This is my sea
  Don't paint it with the future of factories
  This is my life
  This is my right
  I'll make it what I want to
  I'll stay and I'll fight