September ninth
It's a sunny day
The smell of summer is still in the air
Your pirate ship
Has sailed away
I'm not so sure
What you've been up to

I gave up trying to stop you
Instead I keep watching over your things
You always have a home here
You won't fail me though [bad word] back
with empty hands

*I'm waiting you might not be back
I don't think I'm irrational
I'm waiting you might not be back
'm still at number 13

Your sails are full
The coast is clear
You have no doubt
Your ship won't tread
The trouble with is
You take too many chances but
that is also your strength

I'm often anxious
But I know you will make it through

In the highway
You look and see a dead end

*I'm waiting you might not be back
I don't think I'm irrational
I'm waiting you might not be back
I'm still at number 13

Oh, you said
You're [bad word] back
Oh, you said
You're [bad word] back

I gave up trying to stop you
Instead I keep watching over your things
You always have a home here
You won't fail me though [bad word] back
with empty hands

*I'm waiting you might not be back
I don't think I'm irrational
I'm waiting you might not be back
I'm still at number 13
 [bad word]