A weathered hand filled my empty glass,
A weary pirate watched the sunset fast,
A girl with storm-light in her eyes,
Was laughing under care-uh-BEE-an skies,
Old souls and misfits all become
Saltwater saints beneath the setting sun.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Old guitars and tattooed hands,
Pirate poets and beach bar bands,
A captain chasing one more run,
A girl who danced till the night was done,
Every drifter who found the sun
Knows this road ain't meant for one.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Boots on planks and salt in the air,
Rum-stained stories everywhere,
Old sea dogs and the young and free,
All chasing their tides of destiny,
Every ocean mile, every island town
Turns another saint around.
We're the saltwater saints and the runaway sons,
Living our lives by the tide and the sun,
We ain't done yet — we just begun,
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater Saints! (Saltwater Saints!)
Saltwater saints beneath the sun!