SAILOR MAN

THEY SAY THE LIFE OF A SAILOR MAN

IS LIKE TAKIN’ A TRIP ON LIQUID LAND,

AND YOU KNOW SOMETIMES,

IT FEELS THAT WAY.

MOVIN’ OVER THE SEA ON RUBBER GROUND,

BLUE SAND DUNES AND SALTY TOWNS,

STREET LIGHTS MADE OF STARS

IN THE SKY.

I LIVED MY YOUTH IN A TOWN NEAR BALTIMORE,

SPENT SOME TIME ON THE WESTERN SHORE.

TREADIN’ WATER IN A FREEWAY SEA.

THE LIFE OF A SAILOR MAN’S GOT THE BEST OF ME.

THE SUN COMES UP ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD.

NEXT DAY YOU’LL FIND IT AT THE FOOT OF YOUR BED,

GENTLY ROLLIN’

TO A COOL SEA BREEZE.

SO I STAND BY THE WATER WHERE THE BREAKERS BREAK,

LOOK OUT TO SEA, THIS OLD HEART ACHES.

THE ONLY LIFE FOR ME,

IS ON THE SEA.

NO FENCE TO KEEP THIS SAILOR IN,

A BIG WHITE SAIL AND AN ENGINE OF WIND.

STREETS ARE MADE OF GLASS,

SMOOTH AS SILK.

OH, IT AIN’T MY WAY TO BE LANDLOCKED.

I GUESS I’M GONNA NEVER STOP.

PULL MY ANCHOR IN,

AND HEAD TO SEA.