Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

Only Time Will Tell If It Was Time Well-spent

Oh, Yesterdays Are Over My Shoulder, So I Can't Look Back For Too Long. There's Just Too Much To See Waiting In Front Of Me, And I Know That I Just Can't Go Wrong.

Some Of It's Magic And Some Of It's Tragic But I Had A Good Life All The Way.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.