Oh boy, these high seas can be so cool
When you're trying to find your own way
And girl, that man of war is a fool
I wouldn't follow him anywhere

Big, small, they all swim 'round their bones
I don't care for their wishes
Oh, striving to be better than
Those other fishes

Trying, before the storm
To entice, swim to shore
Till you can't see their boat anymore

As the storm takes flight
Still no land in sight
Let the far winds blow
Let 'em go, let 'em blow

I know to live so far away
On board this ship of fools with gold
I don't care for their wishes