A Pirate Looks At Forty - Jack Johnson, Dave Matthews, Tim Reynolds

Mother, mother ocean, well I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

'Cause you’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam

And in your belly you hold the treasures that few have ever seen

Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams

Yes I am a pirate, a few hundred years too late

The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothing to plunder

I’m an under-forty victim of fate

Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of smuggling, I’ve run my share of weed

And I’ve made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast

It’s never meant to last, it’s never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks

I’ve passed out and I’ve rallied and I’ve sprung a few leaks

But I got stop wishing, got to go fishing

Down to rock bottom again

With just a few friends, just a few friends

With just a few friends, just a few friends