SAILOR MAN
THEY SAY THE LIFE OF A SAILOR MAN
IS LIKE TAKINí A TRIP ON LIQUID LAND,
AND YOU KNOW SOMETIMES, IT FEELS THAT WAY.

MOVINí OVER THE SEA ON RUBBER GROUND,
BLUE SAND DUNES AND SALTY TOWNS,
STREETLIGHTS MADE OF STARS IN THE SKY.

I LIVED MY YOUTH IN A TOWN NEAR BALTIMORE.
SPENT SOME TIME ON THE WESTERN SHORE.
TREADINí WATER IN A FREEWAY SEA.
THE LIFE OF A SAILOR MANíS GOT THE BEST OF ME.

GOT THE BEST OF ME, GOT THE BEST OF ME.

WHEN 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.
 

SALT WATER ALL AROUND NO LAND IN SIGHT.
NOTHING TO MAKE THIS SAILOR UPTIGHT.
THE OCEAN FILLS MY SOUL, AND SETS ME FREE.

NO FENCE TO KEEP THIS SAILOR IN.
A BIG WHITE SAIL AND AN ENGINE OF WIND
STREETS ARE MADE OF GLASS, SMOOTH AS SILK.

IT AINíT MY WAY TO BE LAND LOCKED.
I GUESS IíM GONNAí NEVER STOP
PULL MY ANCHOR IN AND HEAD TO SEA.