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