I find myself between two worlds Bewildered all to hell Up north I have my mid-town life Down here my new hotel What kind of a dream is this Ion't know where I will land It's a Caribbean fairy tale The snow has turned to sand
Chorus: But he's happy I understand And thats the key To my man
Bridge: I'd like to have a clearer view And listen to my hunches Without the rum-lined Kinjan fog Of a thousand planter's Punches Iguess I'll have to let it go And simply tag along Just let myself get all caught up Forget what's right or wrong What kind of dream is this That's causing me this strife My husband's chasing windmills And I'm still the nervous wife
Chorus: Cause he's happy And he's my man What good's this key in my hand Oh he's happy I understand And that's the key To my man