Posted: April 2, 2000 10:15 pm
Posted By Roxanne Jones
Miss You parroty
(written after MOTM 98)
Roxanne Jones
I guess it all started at the airport,
the feeling that I wanted to stay.
Friendships and laughter growing, as we cruised down A1A
and even when the weather threatened
and the rain began to spill
We were feeling safe with our own Angel at the wheel.
And I, miss you all madly.. I'd head back south gladly
It feels like years since I've seen all my friends.
Now I'm staring at gray skies, wishing I could fly
Back to that Island down at lands end.
We're staying in a condo on the golf course
that is when we choose to sleep
the rest of the time were crawling
through the bars on Duval street.
Then it's off to watch the man sing
and dance in a conga line.
I can't remember when I've ever had a better time.
And I, miss you all madly, I'd go back south gladly
Back to that Island I want to call home..home..home
Can't stand this weather, can't get it together..
I'm suddenly feeling strangely alone.
I got a tattoo of a golf cart
and a head full of Island songs.
I've got a taste for some good jerk chicken
It's already been to long
I know it was just one week but it felt so right to me....
Cant we all hop a plane and head down to Key Lime Key
And I, miss you all madly.. I'd head back south gladly
It feels like years since I've seen all my friends.
Now I'm staring at gray skies, wishing I could fly
Back to that Island down at lands end.
Miss You parroty
(written after MOTM 98)
Roxanne Jones
I guess it all started at the airport,
the feeling that I wanted to stay.
Friendships and laughter growing, as we cruised down A1A
and even when the weather threatened
and the rain began to spill
We were feeling safe with our own Angel at the wheel.
And I, miss you all madly.. I'd head back south gladly
It feels like years since I've seen all my friends.
Now I'm staring at gray skies, wishing I could fly
Back to that Island down at lands end.
We're staying in a condo on the golf course
that is when we choose to sleep
the rest of the time were crawling
through the bars on Duval street.
Then it's off to watch the man sing
and dance in a conga line.
I can't remember when I've ever had a better time.
And I, miss you all madly, I'd go back south gladly
Back to that Island I want to call home..home..home
Can't stand this weather, can't get it together..
I'm suddenly feeling strangely alone.
I got a tattoo of a golf cart
and a head full of Island songs.
I've got a taste for some good jerk chicken
It's already been to long
I know it was just one week but it felt so right to me....
Cant we all hop a plane and head down to Key Lime Key
And I, miss you all madly.. I'd head back south gladly
It feels like years since I've seen all my friends.
Now I'm staring at gray skies, wishing I could fly
Back to that Island down at lands end.