I was going on 15 when Neil Armstrong landed Eagle at Tranquility Base that day. I was hiding in the basement at my Uncle’s house during the 40th Wedding Anniversary of my Paternal Grandparents.
Fair Winds and Following Seas.
Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam
In your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen
Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred year's too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late