Sometimes I sit in my backyard. I kick back and drink Iced tea.
I stare all the way to the ocean and I dream of how it would be
If I were a ship captain somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at sea,
Or a stowed away pirate just down below hiding and praying the law don't find me.
Maybe I'd sail from Nantucket chasing the great white whale.
Oh without a sound, I'd run him aground then I'd bring old Ahab the tail.
Yeah I'd show old Ahab his tail.
But I'm not a (sailor, outlaw, runaway), I'm just a man stuck here in the promised land.
Living hard and living free.
I'm a dreamer that's what I got, Oh but here goes one last shot and
I hope someday they're dreaming about me.
Sometimes I dream I'm a cowboy around 1949.
I'd love to go rafting the waters: riding the mighty Mississip.
I'd float around from town to town causing trouble then I'd give them the slip.