Soaring down the coast
to south of nowhere
knowing fun awaits
for the curious.
And who is there to greet me
Are the natives who laugh
At least for a little while,
Or until that drink is ready.
So where are the kids
We once were and
Why are things so strange
Because everything was good
For us until life got in our way,
One Way to paradise,
Or is it a round-trip,
Ask the captain and see
how far he is going.
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