Mr. Morgan

Mr. Morgan, I remember when we were first introduced…twenty minutes later I was pretty damn juiced and I’ve gotten used to facing more proof than I would choose. And you’re always there with the evidence, always helping me drink in reverence for those lost at sea…Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.

And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan

Mr. Morgan, you’ve helped me meet more girls than I can recall. No, really, the memories stop at the bathroom stall. Names and numbers blend with faces and diseases, swirling all together like one of these Bay Breezes. And you’re always there with the evidence, always helping me drink in reverence for those lost at sea…Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.

And she just walked in through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) while my
Heart is on my sleeve
And my shirt is on the floor
I’ll steal one kiss or four or ten
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan

Oh Mr. Morgan, it was you and me and the cop makes three in the parking lot behind the bar. We made clever conversation leading to a year’s probation but…I’ve still got a couple bottles in the car, it’s not far and your hazy semblance is always here with the evidence, With another swig, it’s so evident…I am lost at sea…Oh Mr. Morgan, you’re the captain for me.

And she just walked out through the door
(Come on and hit me again!)
So sail me farther from the shore
(Come on…) and my
Heart stays on my sleeve
As I’m passed out on the floor
Alone with retrospect and a bottle but the bottle still holds more
Give my regards to Mr. Morgan.