I was listening for answers

That I could not really hear

When the words of a wise old Indian

Put a conch shell to my ear



And I took off for the ocean 

I was searching for the coast

Painting pictures of my vision

With the words from grandma ghost



Hiding from the dragons

Riding for the sea

Singing ballads from my childhood

“A pirate's life for me”



Survivors seem to function best

When peril is at hand

With a song of the ocean

Meets a salty piece of land



I was force-fed my religion

But I somehow saved my smile

Tapped into my instincts

As I headed to'ards exile



Cleopatra did not own a barge

But a schooner was her home

She has centuries of stories

And there's wisdom in her bones



She was on a sacred mission

And she told me of a place

Where a man can hide forever

But never loose his face



So I saddled up my seahorse

With a fly-rod in my hand

I was not looking for salvation

Just a salty piece of land



Somedays Cayo Loco SHIMMERS

Like the stars up in the sky

And the seabirds they do touch and gos

As the world just tangos by



But there are times when she is hidden

Beneath the wild and crashing waves

And the patron saint of lightening

Keeps the sailors from their graves



Some say it is a blinding sword

Pointing out into the sea

While others say her guiding light

Leads to'ards eternity



Still I sit in contemplation

And I just don't understand

This mysterious attraction

Of this salty piece of land



Still I search the constellations

And the tiny grains of sand

Where the song of the ocean

Meets the salty piece of land