Drunk on the Stars

Lyrics

"I wasn't made for this," You tell yourself, as you button up your coat Head down to the harbor and 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 sea So you walk down to the water And a big wave crashes on your feet "I don't like this," you say So 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 company You drape your wet socks over the radiator And you laugh at all the sailors And you laugh at all the sailors Freezing on the sea