Nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves
Like an old schooner slipping 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
Reading 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

There's jerk chicken grilling on the grill
Sure feels good for some time to be still
Even if its 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
Reading 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