[From the book "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
A Pirate's life for me
Survivor's seem to function best
When peril is at hand
Where the songs 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 for exile
Cleopatra did not on 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
And never loose 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 Kayo Loco shines
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch and go's
While the world just Tango's by
But there are times when she is hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing ways
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 toward eternity
Still i sit here in contemplation
And i just don't 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 A Salty Piece of Land