There's A Little Bit Of

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

I Slowly Surrender To The Child In Me Who Can't Say Goodbye.

Mother, Mother Ocean, I Have Heard You Call. Wanted To Sail Upon Your Waters, Since I Was Three Feet Tall. You've Seen It All, You've Seen It All. Watched The Men Who Rode You, Switch From Sails To Steam. In Your Belly, You Hold The Treasure That Few Have Ever Seen, Most Of Them Dreams, Most Of Them Dreams.

I'm Going Back To My Parrot Head Friends.

Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.