Salt Rimmed Eyes

Beggar by choice

Scholar by trade

A crown is a crown

Even if it is of thistles made

I know what I like

This prison is fair

But I'm looking for some new

More comfortable shackles to wear

Stylish like the ones I had before

But with just a little less

Of a bite, I dont want em tight

When I'm sitting high upon the shore

Looking at the ocean well I do not cry

It's just my salt rimmed eyes

Just my salt rimmed eyes

Teller of tales

Causer of pain

I don't got time to think

Why they gave me those names

Places to go

People to meet

I'm gonna need one on the rocks

I got to have my best wits about me

I'm not gonna make her wait that long

She knows that I'm always almost home

Always almost home

When I'm sitting high up on the shore

Looking at the ocean well I do not cry

Its just my salt rimmed eyes

Just my salt rimmed eyes