There's a spirit of a storm in my soul. A restlessness that I can't seem to tame. Thunder and lightning follow everywhere I go. There's a spirit of a storm in my soul.
Not a day goes by that I don't tell her. How beautiful she is. How kind and caring, I'm always swearing she's the reason that I live. I make it a point to point out every good thing that she does.
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.
She comes in every morning at nine and sits down at her desk. Smiles and says hello to everybody and tries to do her best. To act like nothing's wrong and nothing's missin' in her life.
She comes from Boston. Works at the jewelry store. Down in the harbor. Where the ferries come to shore. She never really knew how good it would feel. To finally find herself in a place so warm and real.
Ol' Joe's got a Boston whaler. He bought in Key Biscane. He swears since the day he's got her. she's been nothin' but a pain. when the sun's at his back.
I don't wanna try to love without you. That just doesn't seem right. But I can see your minds made up. And I'm just too tired to fight. Well, I don't really wanna try to be strong.