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 nowhere 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