You may find me 
Wherever you go 
From New York 
City Way out to 
Chicago I'm the son of a restless sailor 
Blessed with 
Irish bones 
Sometimes 
I feel like 
I'm too far from home 
I will sing 
And I will dance for you 
Every land you go 
You will always see 
There'll be big stout glasses 
Full to the white top 
There'll be stories 
And there'll be me 
Across the wild sea 
I've travelled far 
Born to move on 
Born to roam 
But lately 
I've been feeling 
Like I'm too far from home 
Whatever happened 
To the girl 
I loved Oh 
I ask forgiveness 
To the one above 
There was a day 
I could have made it real fine 
Something went wrong 
I forget Too far down that line 
Across the wild sea 
Too far along down along that line 
Across the wild sea 
Born to roam 
But lately 
I've been feeling 
Like I'm too far from home