The Weather Is Here Wish You Were

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.

Where It All Ends I Can't Fathom, My Friends. If I Knew, I Might Toss Out My Anchor.

They Send You Off To College, Try To Gain A Little Knowledge, But All You Want To Do Is Learn How To Score.

I've Got A Caribbean Soul I Can Barely Control, And Some Texas Hidden Here In My Heart!

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me.