keywest

don't walk you gotta run
pick up your feet
get outta there son

key west f-l-a
sounds like a plan
pack a few bags and drive it out
lets go get a tan
south on this highway
go baby go
who needs northern lights
and that goddamn cold
ice and snow

im ready for some cool ocean waves
kickin back on the sand in the shade

tippin back a few dozen
hangin with my squeeze
sweet lovin all night long
to caribbean tuneage
on the breeze

raise a toast
to getting away from it all
no worries no depression no ocd
nothing to hurt the brain
no ims emails texts
freakin cell phone calls

let the warm gulf wind melt the ice in your drink
chip and crack the frost from your bones
shake off that shit
that youve been carrying around
let someone else take it home

enjoy the calm
let the rest go