When They Tried To Draft Me, I

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

Places I've Lived Since Then Had To Have Some Kind Of Uniqueness And Character About Them. And Logically Key West, And Then Down Island. So, All Of That Stuff Sort Of Had It's Roots In New Orleans And Went Crazy.

I Slowly Surrender To The Child In Me Who Can't Say Goodbye.

Be Yourself, Be Pleasant, Play Hard And Have No Regrets.