I've felt the sand, beneath my toes|I've sailed the waves and given up my soul|I've made my name and plundered coasts|Like pirates did 300 years ago||I've buried hearts that were made of gold|I've sunken ships from here to Mexico|I've sang the songs, I've played the shows|Like pirates did 300 years ago||Well sometimes there's something in the wind|That makes me feel like they're my kin|With the drifters and the rebels|I've found a home|Oh, but in the end they're gone like smoke|And then I'm left for broke|On an island, stranded and alone|Like a pirate 300 years ago||It's been so long, I've been off course|I've got no compass that knows the way to north|So here I am, just chasing ghosts|Like pirates did 300 years ago||Well sometimes there's something in the wind|That makes me feel like they're my kin|With the drifters and the rebels|I've found a home|Oh, but in the end they're gone like smoke|And then I'm left for broke|On an island, stranded and alone|Like a pirate 300 years ago||I've felt the sand, beneath my toes|I've sailed the waves and given up my soul|But man I love this life I chose|Like pirates did 300 years ago|