Pirates Cove

Pirates Cove

 

(chorus)

I wanna go back to pirates cove

Way down south in Mexico

this maze has been fun

but I think i’m done

I need to get back in the sun

been bundled up and frozen long enough

Now I know I’m tough

I’ve run every mile in this race

ready for a slower pace

I’ve played every card in this hand

need a stroll in the sand

I’ll pack up my problems and take ‘em there

can’t leave ‘em behind I swear

I’m gonna pack up my cards and my running shoes

I’m gonna leave this place, I’ve payed my dues…and I’ve got the blues

I’m gonna head down south, I am so done

I’m gonna find a new maze to run

Chorus again