A Salty Piece Of Land

I was listening for answers



That I could not really hear



When the words of a wise old Indian



Put a conch shell to my ear







And I took off for the ocean



I was searching for the coast



Painting pictures of my vision



With the words from grandma ghost







Hiding from the dragons



Riding for the sea



Singing ballads from my childhood



ÔÇŁA pirateÔÇÖs life for me?







Survivors seem to function best



When peril is at hand



With a song of the ocean



Meets a salty piece of land







I was force-fed my religion



But I somehow saved my smile



Tapped into my instincts



As I headed toÔÇÖards exile







Cleopatra did not own a barge



But a schooner was her home



She has centuries of stories



And thereÔÇÖs wisdom in her bones







She was on a sacred mission



And she told me of a place



Where a man can hide forever



But never loose his face







So I saddled up my seahorse



With a fly-rod in my hand



I was not looking for salvation



Just a salty piece of land







Somedays (?????) oceans



Like the stars up in the sky



And the seabirds they do touch and gos



As the world just tangos by







But there are times when she is hidden



Beneath the wild and crashing waves



And the patron saint of lightening



Keeps the sailors from their graves







Some say it is a blinding sword



Pointing out into the sea



While others say her guiding light



Leads toÔÇÖards eternity







Still I sit in contemplation



And I just donÔÇÖt understand



This mysterious attraction



Of this salty piece of land







Still I search the constellations



And the tiny grains of sand



Where the song of the ocean



Meets the salty piece of land