On land or sea of foam

When I was younger I was always dragged around. I had three older brothers who were each very active in the community, and only one car. I was present at each swimming meet, each soccer game, and every single gosh-darn band competition. I would start to complain, and beg to go home.  I was a whiney little girl. Actually, I’m still quite whiny. My mother was and is impatient when it comes to whining. To combat my complaining, she often used sarcastic comments and smart aleck remarks. Whenever I said “I wanna go home! “she would break out into song, and the same song every time. I heard this song so often it’s now bittersweet. This sassy comeback became a lullaby. It reminds me of simpler times. Of when the only thing I could complain about was having to sit though my brother’s band competition. Of when my mother still sang to me. Of when my life was full of blessings, whether I was on land or sea or foam, but I was too young and care-free to see them…

Show me the way to go home

I’m tired and I wanna go to bed

I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went straight to my head

Oh wherever you may go

On land or sea or foam

You can always hear me singing these words

Show me the way to go home

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