Why Don't We Get Drunk

Surrounded By Stories Surreal And Sublime, I Fell In Love In The Library Once Upon A Time.

I Know A Girl Made Of Memories And Phrases, Lives Her Whole Life In Chapters And Phases.

The Beautiful People In The Magazines, Got The Normal Ones Living Beyond Their Means.

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

I Can Only Say The First Thing That Pops Into My Mind Is I Remember, Years Ago, Seeing Kind Of A Has-been Country Singer Working - When I First Moved To Nashville - In A Bar In A Holiday Inn.