I'm A Sailor Not A Salesman

(álbum: Traveler: The Third Legend - 2018)

Sleeping in a van, out of gas
Playing in a band, on Mississipi Avenue
Picking a guitar, strapped for cash
Mapping out the stars, on every single latitude

And it was all about
Lipstick, pickups and drumstick
Flips on the white stripe kit
Cause the kids can't quit, no
You know I just can't quit, no

Oh, I'm a sailor, keep on sailing
Out of my mind, out on the tide
I've got nowhere to be
I'm a sailor, not a salesman
Out on the line, nothing to hide
Cause I'm no good at pretending

Hanging on a watermelon sunset
Swing through open doors in my dreams
Eight years old and no one ever told me
What I couldn't be
Shoot hoops, dance moves, I could believe anything

And it was all about
Lipstick, pickups and drumstick
Flips on the white stripe kit
Cause the kids can't quit, no
You know I just can't quit, no

Oh, I'm a sailor, keep on sailing
Out of my mind, out on the tide
I've got nowhere to be
I'm a sailor, not a salesman
Out on the line, nothing to hide
Cause I'm no good at pretending

I hear you speak, it's synthetic, like a dead end
It's just nothing
It's just nothing, it's synthetic
It's just nothing, ooh

Oh, I'm a sailor, keep on sailing
Out of my mind, out on the tide
I've got nowhere to be
I'm a sailor, not a salesman
Out on the line, nothing to hide
Cause I'm no good at pretending

I guess Jackson was right
Imma sail out of sight