A Pirate Looks At 40 - Live/1990

Mother, mother ocean
I've heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
Since I was 3 feet tall
You've seen it all
You've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you
Switch from sail to steam
And in your belly you can hold the tresures
Few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream
Most of 'em dream

Yes I am a pirate
200 years too late
Canons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm in over-40 victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late

But I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last
Never meant to last

Well I have been drunk now for over two weeks
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
(Nice to see all of my friends every year!)
(Thank you, friends!)

Now I go for younger women
Lived with several a while
Though I ran em away they come back one day
And I still can manage a smile
Just takes a while
Just takes a while

Mother mother ocean
After all my years I've found
My occupational hazard being
My occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned
But I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned
I'm gonna go check out Peachtree St. somewhere downtown