Drunk On The Stars

"I wasn't made for this"
 You tell yourself
 As you button up your coat
 And head down to the harbor
 And standing on the dock
 You're drunk on the stars and the sea air
 You tell yourself
 "Maybe I should throw it all away
 And be a sailor"
 'Cause after all
 Your true home is the sea
 So you walk down to the water
 And a big wave crashes on your feet
 "I don't like this" you say
 So you turn around and head back home
 To some apartment
 On some main street of a pointless town
 That you're trying to put on the map
 And you sit right down and write a big fat check
 To the gas company
 You drape your wet socks over the radiator
 And you laugh at all the sailors
 Yeah you laugh at all the sailors
 Freezing on the sea