Staring at this glass I'm holding in my hand
I wonder why they serve it with a plastic little pirate sword
and a storm starts brewing in the sky, up above-
CRACK like a lightening bolt from in the sky, up above
...up above.

Sword in hand I am the captain here of my ship,
staring at my drink I see the waves that break upon the rocks
I see new horizons every time i'm turning keel
and every time I'm turnin I see new sunsets a'burnin
...sunsets are burning.

Bounce off the rocks for a drink or two, all night through,
not really sure where I'm going to, don't have a clue,
-maybe I'll find a way...
-hey, bartender, mister Poseidon now,
the tide's gone out,
I've beached my ship.
and when I look around I see this ain't the place I wanna be.
So top me up
and set my sails,
I know you know that I just want to be free.
Sword in hand I am the captain here of my ship,
it's not called drinking when you're sailing to another land.
No no, thank you, I've never used a crew before
and I'll drift like this for days if I need to.

And I need to.