Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves
Like an old scooner slipping slowly to its grave
Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time
Like a lone palm watch the world unwind

And I got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me
Reading his book 'bout the have and have-nots
In between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality
With nowhere to go and nowhere to be

There's jerk chicken grilling on the grill
Sure feels good for some time to be still
Even if it's only for a little while
Sight of those sails in the wind makes me smile

And I got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me
Reading his book 'bout the have and have-nots
In between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality
With nowhere to go and nowhere to be

Days turn into night
When you're stuck in still alive

You got nowhere to go and nowhere to be
Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me
Reading his book 'bout the have and have-nots
And in between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be