| This is a true story about the very first song I wrote, while on vacation with my daughter, and under pressure from my bandmates at the time. |
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“Well go on and write a song” they said But those words won’t flow inside my head “As you’re sitting there in that Caribbean air, Write down some words with an island flair.” Chorus: Go figure what I’m doing here Maybe some day it will all be clear. Go figure how we came to this place Living our lives in a tropical space. The people ask “Is everything all right?” As they bring you liquor late into the night. Warm breezes blow people dance in the sun Laughing and singing and having some fun. Chorus Hibiscus, palm trees and white beach sand People proud of their native land Blue sea, sea shells and stars at night Yes, I think everything’s gonna be alright. Chorus So Jake and Albee here’s one for you As I’m lying here by the ocean blue Thinking of our music and humming a song If you thought I wouldn’t write one, I guess you were wrong. Chorus |