Maritime Superstitions Lyrics

Johnny won a trip

Around the world

On a sailing boat

Made out of gold

But he was so afraid

Of the unknown

That we sunk the dream

In the Ocean

The same Ocean

That granted him freedom

Turned into a salty prison

Mermaids calling at late hours

Hard to resist

Those sort of powers

He got his hands

On a different vessel

Keeping an eye

On the tide levels

Using storms to his advantage

He rode the waves

Of the Atlantic

Forces to be reckoned with

They can destroy they can create

Perfect scenarios

For those willing to wait

Johnny got lost for a minute

But he found

His way back in it

Around the world he goes

Even if it's only dreaming

His head is spinning

It must be the rough seas

In silence

The sun rises from the horizon

Marking the beginning

Of a new journey

He is not anymore

Just a brave young boy

The footprints on the sand

Are now four and counting

Counting

Counting

Counting

Johnny got lost for a minute

But he found

His way back in it

Around the world he goes

Even if it's only dreaming

His head is spinning

It must be the rough seas

4/5 days of the week slaving

The rest is just smooth sailing

He's now better that ever

You can see the scars

Of the battles fought

The ink on his skin

Says a lot

He's now better that ever

He's now better that ever

He's now better that ever