Well I see the souls
of so many friends
And I see us all
back here again
With sandy floors
and ceiling fans
A Rastafarian one-man band
with songs
That fill my memories
like a tip jar
Yeah that's what I see
When I see this bar
And I see tourists
at Christmas time
And I taste beers
with a hint of lime
I feel lonely cause
it's not the same
Different faces
and different names
Living like pirates
out among the stars
Yeah that's what I see
When I see this bar
Pieces of our past
slowly slip away
But time just stands still
when I walk in this place
And I see a kid
coming into his own
And a man learning to move on
Somehow trying
to find his way
A dreamer betting
on blind faith
Chasing that sun
and following his heart
Yeah that's what I see
When I see this bar
Pieces of our past
slowly slip away
But time just stands still
when I walk in this place
A few have moved on
back to Maine
Jacksonville and
Key Biscayne
Some are still living the dream
Stuck in still life it seems
No matter where they've been
Or where they are
Yeah I see 'em here
When I see this bar
When I see this bar
I wonder where we
go from here
Life ain't over
but it's always near
I think about all the
good times that we had
It makes me happy
and it makes me sad
How could we be so close
now so far apart
That's what I feel
That's what I see
Yeah we were living like
pirates and wannabe stars
That's what I see
when I see this bar
That's what I see
when I see this bar