Weekend Holiday
I never thought I would get away
From this weekend holiday
A key island paradise
Though I stayed on my own advice
A recluse from the life I chased
To bring it down to a slower pace
But seven months to the day
I realize there's been a short delay
Our hearts are trained, programed to know
Of crazy thoughts that we must dispose
I've seen men grow old and fall apart
When they follow fortunes instead of their heart
No, I haven't been in the Sun too long
Acusations of fugue are wrong
A native beauty from this tropical isle
Had invited me to stay for a while
Cause when I saw you running from the rain
I had nothing to lose and everything to gain
All I expected was a cup of tea
And a towel to dry off what I could see
Am I at ease at what I done
When telling locals where I am from
The pon yards call me in the early morn
The sweetest thunder that a drum ever forged
Every day my conscience runs blind
As I search she always stays kind
Should I stay or should I go
Just one more minute but I just don't know
Cause when I saw you running from the rain
I had nothing to lose and everything to gain
All I expected was a cup of tea
And a towel to dry off what I could see
I have a song that I just played
And all it did was leave me dismayed
For who am I to tell a lie
If she came back she would certainly die
Just a weekend holiday
Just trying to get away
A key island paradise
Though I stayed on my own advise