Belize (Kevin Johnston 2002)

Standing in the middle of Cay Caulker in Belize

I don’t know a single soul, but somehow it seems they all know me

Sitting in a rasta bar, hanging from a tree

I swear I heard you laugh out loud, but next to me, sits an empty swing.

CHORUS

But somehow this place has changed

Though everything still looks the same

I think I’ve got no anchor, just a chain.

I’m a bit off course, but headed home,

Seven days down here alone.

When you’re there, I’m not all here.

Tobacco Cay is still not growing

And ol’ Raymond’s doing fine

Those plywood shacks are all still standing

The weathered test of this island time

And Belikin’s still made down here

I’m sending some back home

But I just can’t bring myself to drink one

If I have to drink it alone.

CHORUS

One last walk down old Front Street

I swear I hear your name

One last swing in that rasta bar,

it always, ends up that way

CHORUS

Standing in the middle of Cay Caulker in Belize.

From the album: Pineapple Jam v2

2003 quintmusic