After weeks away
The time is right
We have our pay
And we await our flight
Weeks on the rig
Out in the bay
A tough gig
But it’s now time to play
Oil is in my blood
But a break is needed
The rig and I need to be apart
As my shift is completed.
Poetry
After weeks away
The time is right
We have our pay
And we await our flight
Weeks on the rig
Out in the bay
A tough gig
But it’s now time to play
Oil is in my blood
But a break is needed
The rig and I need to be apart
As my shift is completed.