The Story
When I was a young man I spent a couple of months each year in the Islands. My job was to teach tennis to wealthy clients on a private island - a pretty good gig for a young fella! The island was quite remote, and accessible only by small aircraft or by boat; as such, new provisions and mail were brought in every other week by fishing boat. Fishing Boat Days were the highlight of the week! Despite the great job and the beautiful location, I would occasionally get homesick. Yes, even in Paradise one can get homesick. Lost At Sea is my attempt to put that feeling of homesickness into song. I hope you enjoy it!
Lyrics
He sits on the dock, sippin’ on rum Waitin’ on the fishing boat Bringing him word, a letter or two From worlds far away Island music plays in his ears day and night And he wants to belong there but he wants to go home He’s been cast adrift and his sails are all torn Somedays he feels he was born Lost at sea The sun comes up, the sun goes down Feels like he’s running in place And the days spin away like coco leaves chased by a gale Island music plays in his ears day and night He sure likes the rhythm but the the melody’s wrong It just doesn’t fit in with the words of the song Sometimes he feels he was born Lost at sea The stars drift through the night, glittering constellations he does not know At least he can tell that the world is still spinning Of all the wondrous places his restless heart can go How can Paradise feel so lonely Now the wind is blowin’, it looks like rain and The fishing boat’s come and gone And he wishes he was a seabird high in the rigging Island music playing even in his dreams Where the seagulls circle and cartwheel and whirl Just the vision of freedom to this earthbound world Somedays he feels he was born… Somedays he knows he was born… Somedays he’s sure he was born Lost at sea