September 9th 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 give up trying to stop you Instead I keep watching over you things You always have a home here You won't fail me though you come back with empty hands I'm waiting here You might not be back I don't think I'm irrational I'm waiting here You might not be back I'm still at No.13 Your sails are full The coast is clear You have no doubts Your ship won't strand The trouble with you 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 a high wind Though you face a dead-end Oh you said you're not gonna back Oh you said you're not gonna back...
