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 visions with the words from Grandma Ghost Hiding from the dragons, writing for the sea Singing ballads from my childhood, a pirate's life for me Survivors seem to function best when peril is at hand Where the 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 towards exile Cleopatra did not own a barge, but a schooner was her home She had centuries of stories and there's wisdom in her bones She was on a sacred mission, and she told me of a place Where a man could hide forever, but never lose his faith 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 Some days Cayo Loco shines 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 lightning 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 towards eternity Still I sit in contemplation and I just don't understand This mysterious attraction to this salty piece of land Still I search the constellations and the tiny grains of sand Where the song of the ocean meets this salty piece of land