Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves,
Like an old scooter slippin' slowly to it's grave,
Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time,
Like a lone palm watch the world unwind

Nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me,
Readin' his book bout the "have" and "have-nots,"
In between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality,
With nowhere to go, and no where to be

There's jerk chicken grillin' on the grill
Sure feels good for some time to be still
Even if it's only for a little while
Sight of the sails in the wind makes me smile

Days turn into night,
When you're stuck in still life

And you got nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me,
Readin' his book bout the "have" and "have-nots,"
In between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality,
With nowhere to go, and no where to be