I was born a sailor made to fight Poseidon's worst but it's the land that calls to me while to the seas I'm cursed.

I feel my heart's desire for the warmth of a home lit fire, to step upon the sand and retrace a loved ones hand.

Instead I feel the sway and rock and hear my deaths clock tock for to it I am bound and the only land I'll ever feel is when I'm sunk and drowned.

Put me in a pinewood box,
And set me near the tide,
Let my body float to sea,
On the waves I'll ride,

In my heart I'm a pirate,
I'll fly the black flag high,
I'll settle for no less than-
The earth and sea and sky,

I've had my fill of normal,
And I'll never settle for,
The things sheep are seeking,
Inland, far from the shore,

Just give me my ***,
And a ship with a crew,
We'll set sail for Horizon,
And seek out Skies of Blue,

But if here I die,
Don't bury me under-
The ground I so greatly detest,
Please know that I know best,

Just put me in a pinewood box,
And set me at low tide,
Watch as my body floats to sea,
On these waves I will ride,
A pirate whose been glorified.