Come on in, pull up a chair
I've got a story to tell
About a man from everywhere
One that I know so well
In a land of longer days
He used to travel around
Swimming in his wicked ways
I guess he didn't think he could drown
As the Sun comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it
Setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt
But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round
I'd share the tales of my life on this ground
I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell
But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
Oh, as the comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it
Setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt
But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round
And I'd share the tales of my life on this ground
I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell
But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
Stories to tell to myself
