| Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves,
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| Like an old schooner slippin' slowly to it’s grave,
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| Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time,
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| Like a lone palm watch the world unwind…
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| Nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
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| «Trinidad Charlie"on a stool next to me,
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| Readin' his book bout the «have"and «have-nots,»
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| In between chapters we take another shot.
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| And one by one we slide from reality,
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| With nowhere to go, and no where to be…
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| There’s jerk chicken grillin' on the grill.
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| Sure feels good for some time to be still.
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| Even if its only for a little while.
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| Sight of the sails in the wind makes me smile.
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| Days turn into night,
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| When you’re stuck in still life.
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| And you got nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
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| «Trinidad Charlie"on a stool next to me,
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| Readin' his book bout the «have"and «have-nots,»
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| In between chapters we take another shot.
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| And one by one we slide from reality,
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| With nowhere to go, and no where to be… |