Lyrics:
I was listening for answersThat I could not really hearWhen the words of a wise old IndianPut a conch shell to my earAnd I took off for the oceanI was searching for the coastPainting pictures of my visionWith the words from grandma ghostHiding from the dragonsRiding for the seaSinging ballads from my childhood“A pirate's life for meâ€Survivors seem to function bestWhen peril is at handWith a song of the oceanMeets a salty piece of landI was force-fed my religionBut I somehow saved my smileTapped into my instinctsAs I headed to'ards exileCleopatra did not own a bargeBut a schooner was her homeShe has centuries of storiesAnd there's wisdom in her bonesShe was on a sacred missionAnd she told me of a placeWhere a man can hide foreverBut never loose his faceSo I saddled up my seahorseWith a fly-rod in my handI was not looking for salvationJust a salty piece of landSomedays Cayo Loco SHIMMERSLike the stars up in the skyAnd the seabirds they do touch and gosAs the world just tangos byBut there are times when she is hiddenBeneath the wild and crashing wavesAnd the patron saint of lighteningKeeps the sailors from their gravesSome say it is a blinding swordPointing out into the seaWhile others say her guiding lightLeads to'ards eternityStill I sit in contemplationAnd I just don't understandThis mysterious attractionOf this salty piece of landStill I search the constellationsAnd the tiny grains of sandWhere the song of the oceanMeets the salty piece of land