My Time in the Sand
By Kevin Suhr
Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see. Appreciate the sweet things in life, on this we can agree
My father brought home an album; it was the fall of ‘73; it spoke of a lady on the railroad and a Japanese TV. It brought us parrots and a lifestyle that was solely based on sand; was from a man named jimmy buffet, and his coral reefer band.
Other band mates join in. Music gets bigger.
I got my first guitar, when I was fourteen, I didn’t fit with the mainstream; my time was spent with the in-betweens. I’ve always searched to find a reason. I could never say the rhymes. I lived the life that I’m living; and dying ¾ time.
I can’t just sit and listen to a jimmy buffet song. For as long as I can remember it seems, I’ve been living them all along. I’m still running ‘round in circles, I’ve never had much of a plan. I wish that I could play one time with Mr. Jimmy Buffett’s band.
"My Time in the Sand"
You know, I drink a little yellow whiskey; I’ll smoke a funny cigarette. Neither one is good for me, but they haven’t killed me yet.
I’d fit right in with my band mates, on and off the stage. I’d take their families out for dinner, during the holidays. We’d spend our time off in the Caymans; Oh, the music I’d create; “I am a pirate incognito, two hundred years too late.”
I can’t just sit and listen to a Jimmy Buffet song. For as long as I can remember, my friend, I’ve been living them all along. Still I search the constellations, for the tiny grains of sand, I wish that I could play one time with Mr. Jimmy Buffett’s band.
I wish that I could play one time, with the coral reefer band.