[Intro] (Bright 12-string acoustic guitar strums an easy, rolling island progression) (Mellow wooden marimba and cheerful steel pan kick off a melodic opening hook) (Harmonica blows a sweet, lazy trill as the bass and congas lock into a gentle groove) [Verse 1] [Solo Voice - Relaxed Storytelling Delivery] Bought a twenty-six-foot sloop from a man named Captain Dan Signed the title on a napkin with a leaky ballpoint pen He said, "She only leaks a little when the tide is running high, And that compass on the bulkhead always aims toward the sky" Loaded up two bags of ice, some limes and naval rum Told the harbormaster I’d be back when winter comes [Verse 2] [Solo Voice - Wry Conversational Phrasing] Lost my left flip-flop somewhere off of Boca Grande Ran the starboard rudder right across a bar of sand Now the engine’s making noises like a coffee grinder gear And I haven’t checked a weather chart in almost half a year Got a sunburn on my shoulders, got some salt upon my tongue Feeling twenty winters younger than the day the week begun [Chorus] [Solo Voice - Breezy Tropical Anthem - No Backing Choir] I’m running on island time, running out of fuel Trading all my common sense to play the lucky fool Let the trade winds take the canvas anywhere they please Nothing cures a heavy heart like eighty-five degrees If anybody asks around about where I might be Tell 'em I’m a temporary casualty of the sea [Instrumental Break] (Sweet acoustic harmonica takes the lead, trading playful melodic bars with bright steel pans and wooden marimba) [Verse 3] [Solo Voice - Laid-Back Humor] Pulled into a tiki bar to dry my denim shorts Sitting next to smugglers and some folks between resorts Bartender threw a paper parasol into my cup Said, "Mister, when you’re down this far, you never look back up" I watched a green macaw land on an old rusty crane And I couldn't for the life of me remember my own name [Chorus] [Solo Voice - Breezy Tropical Anthem - No Backing Choir] I’m running on island time, running out of fuel Trading all my common sense to play the lucky fool Let the trade winds take the canvas anywhere they please Nothing cures a heavy heart like eighty-five degrees If anybody asks around about where I might be Tell 'em I’m a temporary casualty of the sea [Bridge] (Groove strips down to gentle 12-string fingerpicking, soft shaker, and warm bass) (Spoken with a casual laugh over the music): You know, Captain Dan told me this boat was practically unsinkable... Of course, he was on his third rum punch when he said it. (Steel pan flutters lightly in the background) Anchor's stuck in coral, sun is dipping low— Ain't a single place on earth I'd rather have to go. [Chorus] [Solo Voice - Full Band Breezy Celebration] I’m running on island time, running out of fuel Trading all my common sense to play the lucky fool Let the trade winds take the canvas anywhere they please Nothing cures a heavy heart like eighty-five degrees If anybody asks around about where I might be Tell 'em I’m a temporary casualty of the sea [Outro] [Solo Voice] (Steel drums, harmonica, and acoustic guitar trade easy riffs as the rhythm sways to a fade) (Voice chuckles and trails off) Yeah, temporary casualty... Pass me another lime... Don't worry 'bout the anchor... [Fade Out] [End]
