Waves lap the beach. Wind in the branches,
fire is crackling, on a steel mooned night.
A distant party is playing Bob Marley "Redemption.
" I don't rate the right. I was born bad,
then I got worse till I met you. (Angel) I have seen the light.
Here's to you and me. Crazy leading the Crazy.

Now put all your troubles in my right front pocket
baby, you know I do, You know I'll do, (Do right by you)
I was born bad, and then I got worse till I met you.
Give me all your heart ache too.
Here's to you and  leading the Crazy.