C - O - L - D
This place is too goddamned cold for me
It's May 27 and 50 degrees
This place is too goddamned cold for me
There were 29 years in the warm desert sun
With light and cacti and tans for everyone
Chile was hot and there many flies to swat
But that place got too goddamned old for me
A couple of summers near the north pole
Were spent without knowing a soul
Where salmon was king and I drank from a whiskey spring
But Denali wasn't goddamned right for me
5 months in the islands is where I learned how to swim
With sharks and lobster, but I couldn't find enough friends
St. Thomas wasn't goddamned right for me
A few years spent
aboard boats and yachts
I fished and learned how to tie expert knots
That pirate's life was fast and I screwed it all up
My early thirties weren't goddamned right for me
It's been a while now and I've tried keep warm
Living frigid for 8 months a year
But there ain't enough down in that Canada Goose
To keep me from sheddin' my tears
At some point I'll mosey
To the next big city and state
Lookin' for my people and some place with a lot less weight
'Cause out there somewhere, yonder and far between
Is a city of emerald, magic or sin
That's just goddamned right for me.
..... Just gotta find it.