Yes I've done my share of grass
Drank enough rum to sink Miami
If I had to, I'd do it all over again
Known my share of women
Some older, most younger
Some modest, some wild
In my own way, I loved them all for a moment or longer
I guess it wasn't meant to last
Now I feel more comfortable in my own skin than ever before
So hoist the colors
We sail on the morning tide
If your with me climb aboard
If your against me
I bid you adieu
I have no time for you
As a good friend says "We have more days behind us than ahead of us!"
I head out now on a birthday jaunt
A cooler full of beer and a bottle of tequila
A pole and a line
Destination unclear
But you know if the live bait is lost in the surf and my hook never gets wet
That's OK!
Its always been about the journey
The destination is just a dot on the map