Lyrics:

(Conners) The sun sinks behind me in the west, this is the time of day I love best. Salt breezes murmur through the coconut palm, as the colors change, they set a scene of tropic calm. Seagulls headed back to land, over the mangrove and the salt pan. By a lazy creek with a six pack and a fishing line, win back some memories and losing track of time. I head a little further north each year. Leave the cities behind, out of sight out of mind. Up where my troubles can all disappear I head a little further north each year. Feeling the night wrap around me, eases my mind's serenity. Ocean waves are humming on the outer reef, these balmy days and sultry nights are a welcome relief. I head a little further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time. Up where there's silence and the night sky is clear, I head a little further north each year. I head a little further north each year, taking my mind to an easier time. Up where there's silence and the night sky is clear, I head a little further north each year.