Jason Mason hears the sound The whistle blows in Congotown And the mail boat's in mail boat's in
It brings him things from oh so far Old magazines and Snickers Bars A simple man a simple land The world's too big to understand
Be good and you will be lonesome Be lonesome and you will be free Live a lie and you will live to regret it That's what living is to me That's what living is to me
On a timeless beach in Hispaniola A young girl sips a diet cola She's worlds apart worlds apart The spirit of the black king still Reverberates through Haitian hills He rules the sea and all the fish What if he had a TV dish
Now in the far off regions the foreign legion Keeps the thieves and the predators at bay While closer to home some bad boys still roam The streets aren't safe so give it One more day, one more day
The stories from my favorite books Still take on many different looks And I'm gone again, home again The time has come the walrus said And little oysters hide their head My twain of thought is loosely bound I guess it's time to mark this downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
