The lyrics seem to contain a contradiction - wanting to stay and yet taking a ferry somewhere. Well, the situation is, as skeith suggests, like "ferry cross the Hudson" for New Yorkers. Ferries ply all the time across the Mersey from Liverpool to Birkenhead, part of the same conurbation and about half a mile away. I can testify to the warmth and communal feeling of Liverpudlians. There isn't a hint there of the "English reserve" which I find in the south of England and, though a Mancunian, I'm first to admit that the social atmosphere is a good deal chillier in this city than in Liverpool.