No matter my longitude (I'll always long for you)

Rowdy pub shanty with stomps and gang vocals; bright fiddle and whistle answering a gruff male lead, Verses ride a swung, mid-tempo drum groove with chunky acoustic guitar; choruses explode into call-and-response chants and stacked harmonies, Occasional accordion swells and handclaps lift key punchlines; final chorus modulates for a raucous, shout-along finish, shanty

[Verse 1] Oh I set my sights on a seven-sea quest With my charts all rolled and my vest well-pressed I can plot each port from Peru to Peru But I still can’t draw the way back to you [Chorus] Raise the grid and trim the scale Mark my heart on a dotted trail I’m off the edge of your atlas view But “no matter my longitude I’ll always long-for-you” (hey!) North or south I drift and roam Every line I trace points home [Verse 2] I’ll survey the coast Every cape and cove I’ve triangulated towns that I barely know Got my compass set But it spins for two ’Cause the needle keeps pointing straight back to you [Chorus] Raise the grid and trim the scale Mark my heart on a dotted trail I’m off the edge of your atlas view But “no matter my longitude I’ll always long-for-you” (oh-ho!) East or west I chase the foam Every line I trace points home [Bridge] All my meridians meet in your arms All my projections just stretch your charms I’ve tried to measure this missing you But the scale bar breaks when I chart it true (hey!) [Chorus] So raise the grid and trim the scale Mark my heart on a dotted trail I’m off the edge of your atlas view But “no matter my longitude I’ll always long-for-you” From any tide From any dome Every map I make points home

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