Magic

I believe there's magic here in these sails

In the wake of these old pirate trails

That cut through the water and the atmosphere

I believe there is magic here.



It's in buried treasure under the sea

In the magic that drifts out on the street

It's in the barflies drinking their beer

I believe there's magic here.



This crazy rock has got a lot

Of romance and sex appeal

It's lazy days with Hemingway

And I gotta say that it captures me still.



'Cause I believe in magic in those beachside dives

Under the moon as it's changing the tides

Friends they go away, then they reappear

I believe there is magic here.



This crazy rock has got a lot

Of romance and sex appeal

It's lazy days with Hemingway

And I gotta say that it captures me still.



'Cause I believe in magic in those beachside dives

Under the moon as it's changing the tides

Friends they go away, then they reappear

I believe there is magic here.



Friends they go away, then they reappear

I believe there is magic

A whole lotta magic

I believe there is magic here.



I believe there is magic

A whole lotta magic

I believe there is magic here...