Florida

Couple of young girls
 Went sailing down on A1A
 To the arms of Florida
 Sailing down the highway
 Singing their heads off
 Protected by the holy ghost
 Flying in from the ocean
 Driving with their eyes closed
 The night wants to kiss you
 Deep and be on his way
 Pretend that he don't know you
 Very next day
 Isn't it hard sometimes?
 Isn't it lonely?
 How I still hang around here
 There's nothing to hold me
 You slide down into the seat
 Twelve hours on you feet
 Get the tide to wash away
 Thousands and thousands of days
 And someone you never meet
 Signs the check you get every week
 You try and still can't forget
 All the strangers that you have met
 The night never owed you
 Nothing anyway
 Makes promises that he never intends
 To keep every day
 Isn't it hard sometimes?
 Isn't it lonely?
 How I still hang around here
 There's nothing to hold me
 Every time, every year
 Travellers come and go
 You see them landing with their pale wings
 Flying back to the snow
 And summer comes marching in
 With his heavy boots on
 Kicking along the backtop
 Sidewalks of A1A
 The young girls in their bare feet
 Cigarette smoking
 Looking every which way
 Wishing and hoping
 And you want the night just to let you sleep
 And be on his way
 Wrap you up in some cool sheets
 And have nothing to say
 Isn't it hard sometimes?
 Isn't it lonely?
 How I still hang around here
 There's nothing to hold me
 Isn't it hard sometimes?
 Isn't it lonely?
 How I still hang around here
 There's nothing to hold me