Shipboard Cook Third Eye Blind

I wanna go to the ocean and send a postcard of my loneliness
Forgetting you is so elusive
I run away but it’s always this
You’re the only one
I love
It’s always been you

And I wish I was conscripted in the Merchant Marines
Shanghaied into service of sails and machines, just to stay alive
And my sister keeps it simple she’s a shipboard cook
She can drive a line, but if you take a look, she’s kinda worried though

‘Cause I keep hoping you will find me
I keep hoping you will find me
Hoping you will find me
I keep hoping you will find me
I’m always a ghost

I tried your gypsy table ramblings and your seance stunt
I keep an open mind but I think it’s just a front
Want to believe it though
My sister says: “Forget her boy, that’s all that you need”
Pitching magical elixirs and bottles full of mead for a broken heart
It’s too late for that

So light em up boys here’s to your youth
Sing loud enough to tell the truth
I lost myself and that’s where I lost you
Ohh oh oh, let go of that whipping post
I’m always a ghost