“My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around.”
It was my birthday just last week and I did what people like me tend to do, I looked at the years behind me and not so much at the years ahead of me. I thought about the good times, the bad times and the moments that feel strange and out of body to me. From falling asleep at the beach to midnight ride to sin city, it has been a life full of great adventures. With all that greatness, moments when life could have knocked me out also came around. I dealt with death head on and caused more then a few tears to those around me. I am not 40 yet but as I see it around the corner I start to think about the things I have seen and done.
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all.
Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I’ve done a bit of smugglin’
I’ve run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I’ve got to stop wishin’,
Got to go fishin’, I’m down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they’ll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I’ve drowned,
Gonna head uptown.