I'm not saying I'm scared of you But your love is something new When I hold you we're swaying in the wind Of all the bridges I've ever crossed High and
By: jimmy buffett 1980 For the gang at the fish house Tuesday on the island Not much goin' on The parties are all over They ended just past dawn The
Everybody's talkin' at me Can't hear a word they're sayin' Only the echos of my mind People stop and stare I can't see their faces Only the shadows of
And tonight out to the dessert Where I sit atop this dune. I was destined for this vantage point Which is so far from the Sea I've lived it in the pages
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by
There is a tale that the island people tell Don't know if it is true but I love it so well Jolly Mon sings for his supper every night People fed him well
, I forgot to go home I guess I'll have to go now Americano's got the sleepy eyes But his body's still shakin' like a live wire Senorita with her eyes
Talkin' to myself again Wonderin' if this travelin' is good Is there somethin' else a' doin' We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad That was the way that my parents perceived me Those were the plans that they had Though
