Letra de Drunk On The Stars
"I wasn't made for this" You tell yourself As you button up your coat And head down to the harborAnd standing on the dock You're drunk on the stars and the sea air You tell yourself "Maybe I should throw it all away And be a sailor" 'Cause after all Your true home is the seaSo you walk down to the water And a big wave crashes on your feet "I don't like this" you saySo you turn around and head back home To some apartment On some main street of a pointless town That you're trying to put on the map And you sit right down and write a big fat check To the gas companyYou drape your wet socks over the radiator And you laugh at all the sailors Yeah you laugh at all the sailors Freezing on the sea