Lyrics:

Fly fishing morning, Pine Island Sound
The water’s so shallow and clear
They’re bumper to bumper up in Boca Grande
Pass
Oh the tarpon are finally here
Wading the flats with the sun at my back
Frigate birds hang in the air
I choose this morning just to spend it alone
Oh these moments becoming so rare
Chorus:
That’s when I think about you
I just sit back and take in the view
Not much bothering me these days
My troubles and worries are few
That’s when I think about you.
The backcountry takes me away from the crowds
So perfect for clearing my mind
It doesn’t take long before I’m humming a song
Leaving distractions behind
Pelicans diving, crashing on bait
And pretty soon the dolphins arrive
I pole down a shoreline and hear a snook pop
Oh the mangroves are coming alive
Repeat Chorus
Time on the water, time all alone
Wading the flats, away from the phone
The songs that I wrote while out on my boat
Still ring so true to me
Fly fishing morning, Pine Island Sound
Everything’s so perfectly clear
When I need a morning just to spend it alone
You can find me right here
The tides come and go and the day eases by
And pretty soon I’m headed back in
I take one last look then I wave a good-by
I can’t wait to do it again
Repeat Chorus