Tiny Island
I wish I had a tiny island floating in the sea
Palm trees don't get in the way, it's a tropical ease
And everywhere that I keep my silence, no sound returns to me
Just endless waves at the end of our days, the sighing of the seas
But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Wonder where I'm going
The very last time that you saw me off I thought that it was understood
That I'd be gone for a very long time, I might be gone for good
And all that time, all the time, I thought you would never fall
It did not dawn across my mind the time that you lost it all
But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Don't know where I'm going
Sometime's I feel like a tiny island floating in the sea
Palm trees don't get in the way, it's a tropical ease
And everywhere that I keep my silence, no sound returns to me
Just endless waves at the end of our days, the sighing of the seas
But yesterday's gone, I don't know where I come from, hmmm
Wonder where I'm going
9 comments:
I love Leo Kottke. "6 & 12 String Guitar" is one of my favorite discs. No singing on that one, though.
You like Leo Kottke? My favorite one is the one about Santa pulling up snow peas but I can't remember the name.
Does that surprise you, Michelle? We here at Blogagaard do our best to surpass all expectations!
Blogagaard keeps playing "Tiny Island" on repeat while staring at his dying yellow poms. He's driving me batshit. I mean, this is why I left Hugh in France.
Nice photos on ShortyGrrrl's blog! Blue's a good color for ya.
Brady never sends me flowers. It makes me cry.
oh no, the photos have been discovered. let us simply say that dirty martini was powerful and leave it at that.
Don't cry for Brady, Captaintina.
Leo Kottke was born in Athens, Georgia, in 1945.
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