sailing the starboard side of crazy...

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

gypsie souls.. aren't long for,
a life of.. nine to five,
and each day.. they stay.. trapped with'in,
they feel.. much less.. a'live,

if on'ly.. for a little while,
they need to.. run away
to escape from.. all the fake'ness,
of what.. we call.. re'al'it'ay',
where everyone.. wants you.. to be some'thing,
and you..just want.. to be,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

there's some'thing.. magic... in the potion,
of the.. music.. and the sea,
and the people.. drawn to it,
to set their spirits free,

leav'ing'.. the world.. behind them,
if only.. for a few days,
where they can.. get lost.. to'geth'er',
as they.. sail away,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

three days.. in'to'.. a bender,
and their... still go'ing' strong,
whether hi'ding'.. from a.. hang'o'ver',
or just try'ing' to ha'a'a'a'a'an'an'an'an'ng'ng'ng'ng'ng'g'g'g' ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'aaaah'hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnN...