I'm worn out from talking and arguing, From loving eyes that look spent... Out on that far-off buccaneer sea, The brigantine goes with the wind... The captain, rough as the shoreline rock, Put out before we had time to call him back. Lift your glasses for the send-off With wine that's sharp and gold. We drink to the bold, the one-of-a-kind, To the ones who won't settle for an easy life. The Jolly Roger snaps in the air, And Flint's crew starts their song. So we leave behind the silver, dream The prize we held closest of all, We're buccaneers, we're wanderers, Blood-deep, and stubborn to the bone. In trouble, in laughter, in grief, Just narrow your eyes a little. Out on that far-off buccaneer sea, The brigantine goes with the wind. The Jolly Roger snaps in the air, And Flint's crew starts their song, And with our glasses clinking, we too Take up our own refrain. I'm worn out from talking and arguing, From loving eyes that look spent... Out on that far-off buccaneer sea, The brigantine goes with the wind...
