A couple of young girls went

Sailing down A1A

Into the arms of Florida

Sailing down a highway

Singing their heads off

Protected by the holy ghosts

Flying in the ocean

Driving with their eyes close



The night wants to kiss you deep

And be on his way

Pretend he don't know you the very next day

Isn't it hard sometimes

Isn't it lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me



You slide down into the seat

From twelve hours on your feet

And get the tide to wash you away

For thousands and thousands of days

And someone you never meet

Signs a check you get every week

You try and you still can't forget

All the strangers that you have met



The night never owed you nothing anyway

Makes promises that he never intends to keep every day

Isn't it hard sometimes

Isn't lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me



Every time, every year

The travelers come and go

You see them landing with their pale wings

And flying back to the snow

And the summer comes marching in

With his heavy boots on

Kicking along the blacktop

Sidewalks of A1A

The young girls in their bare feet

Cigarettes smoking

Looking every which way

Wishing and hoping



And you want the night just to let you sleep

And be on his way

Wrap you up in some cool sheets

And have nothing to say



Isn't hard sometimes

Isn't it lonely?

How I still hang around here

And there's nothing to hold me