Story

Soul searching for yourself is impossible. Sometimes grandiose attentions are meant with the harsh reality that even if you’re given a second chance at life your number will eventually be up, and in the end we all end up back “home”.

Lyrics

All of these roads, they all connect us.
All of these roads will lead us home.
All of these roads are breaking my soul.
All of these roads are etched in my bones!
Welcome aboard my tiny boat,
She ain’t got no rudder, but at least she still floats.
I sailed 80 years in these Midwestern seas…
When I was the captain of me!
All of these roads, they all connect us.
All of these roads will lead us home.
All of these roads are breaking my soul.
All of these roads are etched in my bones!
I once caught a crappy that weighed 80 pounds,
In the middle of the winter with no one around.
She was such a beauty, I set her straight free…
When I was the captain of me!
All of these roads, they all connect us.
All of these roads will lead us home.
All of these roads are breaking my soul.
All of these roads are etched in my bones!
You see me sitting, well I see you too.
You say my name, but I don’t know you.
Up in my head my wit still has teeth.
I’m the admiral of a fleet! And the captain of me.
So drink, mother fucker, drink, mother fucker, drink, mother fucker, drink.
And sink, mother fucker, sink, mother fucker, sink, mother fucker, sink. {x2}
And I am the captain of me!