Far Side Of The World Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Ramadan is over, 

The new moon's shown her face, 

I'm halfway round the planet, 

In a most unlikely place. 

Following my song line 

Past bamboo shacks and shops 

Behind a jitney packed like sardines, 

With bananas piled on top. 

I ran away from politics, 

It's too bizarre at home. 

Away I flew, tuned into Blue 

"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome" 

Awakened by a stewardess, 

With Spain somewhere below. 

On the threshold of adventure, 

God I do love this job so. 

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So while I make my move 

On the big board game 

Up and down a Spanish highway, 

Some things remain the same. 

Girls meet boys 

and the boys tease girls 

I'm heading out this morning, 

For the Far Side of the World. 

Oh I believe in song lines 

Obvious and not 

I'd ridden them like camels 

To some most peculiar spots. 

They run across the oceans 

Through mountains and saloons 

And tonight out to the dessert 

Where I sit atop this dune. 

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I was destined for this vantage point 

Which is so far from the Sea 

I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery 

From Paris to Tunisia 

Casablanca to Dakar 

I was riding long before I flew 

Through the wind and sand and stars. 

Caravan 

Ride that hump 

And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps 

Sleeping bags and battle flags 

Are coiled and furled 

That's the way you travel 

To the far side of the world! 

A Sunset framed by lightening bolts 

Burns a lasting memory 

And a string of tiny twinkling lights 

adorn the sausage tree. 

While the embers from the log fire 

Flicker, fly, and twirl 

Then drift off toward the cosmos 

From the Far Side of the World. 

Well it's Christmas and my birthday 

and so to that extent 

The Masai not the wise men 

Are circling my tent. 

I teach them how to play guitar 

They show me how to dance 

We have rum from the Caribbean 

And Burgundy from France. 

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar 

With Babu and his boys 

High up on the rooftop 

You can relish all the noise. 

They are dancing on the tables 

People bouncing like gazelles 

Two 0-0-1 is ushered in 

With air raid horns and bells. 

Time to sing time to dance 

Living out my second chance. 

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled 

That's the way it happens 

On the Far Side of the World. 

Back at home, it's afternoon 

Six thousand miles away. 

I will still be there when I get through 

Attending this soiree 

There are jobs and chores and questions 

And plates I need to twirl, 

But tonight I'll take my chances, 

On the Far Side of the World. 

That's the way it happens 

On the Far Side of the World.