written by Graham Nash







well I'm here in Hawaii

looking for something to do

I'm walking every beach and I find

that I'm thinking about you

I wouldn't have to be here if I knew what to do



is there something wrong with me?

I asked this friend of mine what could it be

he told me the tip of the iceberg

is all you let them see

and he called me a penguin in a palm-tree



well I'm here in lahaina, I've got nothing to say

my music says it for me

and I try and make it every day

that's why I'm here in this palmtree

thinking of things to say



is there something wrong with me?

I asked this friend of mine what could it be

he told me the tip of the iceberg is all you let them see and he called me a penguin in a palm-tree



I'm here in the islands,

watching everything grow

the sun keeps on shining down

on the seeds I got to sow

I'm feeling pretty good about myself

much more than you'll ever know



is there something wrong with me?

I asked this friend of mine what could it be

he told me the tip of the iceberg is all you let them see and he called me a penguin in a palm-tree