S he was well rehearsed fair brow n and blonde
She had fr iends who was busboys and friends in the Pentagon
P layin' a show in M iami in the th eater of di vine comedy.
T alked in the shadows where they talk ed in the rain
I could te ll she was still feelin' the pain
Pain of reje ction pain of infid elit y.
W as she a child or a woman? I can't s ay which
One to ano ther she could easily s witch.
C ouples were dan cin' an' i los t track of the hours .
H e was well prepared i knew he was
Paying att ention like a rattlesnake does
W hen he's hearin ' foo tsteps tr amplin' ove r his flower s.
A nd that Caribbean winds s till blow from Nassau to M exico
F rom the circle of ice to the furnace of des ire.
A n' them distant ships of li berty on 'em iron waves so bold and f ree
B ringing everything that's n ear to me nearer to th e fire.
S he looked into my soul through the clothes tha t i wore
She said "We got a mutual friend standin' at the door.
Y eah you kno w he' s got our best inter est in mind. "
H e was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she ha d left him to die in there
H ere were payme nts d ue and he was a li ttle behi nd.
W ell i slept in a hotel where flies buzz my head
Ceiling fa n was broken there was heat in my bed
S treet band play in' "Nea rer My God To Thee. "
W e met in secret where we drank from a spring
She said "I know what you're thinkin' but there ain't a thing
W e can do abo ut it so we m ight as wel l let it b e."
T he Caribbean winds still blow from Nass au to Mexico
F rom the circle of ice to the furnace of des ire.
A n' them distant ships of lib erty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
B ringing everything that's n ear to me nearer to th e fire.
A tlantic City two years to the day
I hear a v oice cryin' "Daddy" and i looked that way
B ut it's only the s ilenc e on the buttermilk hills that c all.
E very new messenger bringin' evil rep orts
'Bout riot in' armies and time that is s hort
A n' earthquakes and train wrec ks and ha te words sc ribbled on w alls.
W ould i have married her? I don't know i suppose
She had be lls in her braids and they hung to her toes
B ut i heard my mirr ored dest iny said to be movin' o n.
A nd i felt it come over me some kind o f gloom
For the sa ke of "Come on with me girl i got pl enty of room."
B ut i knew i'd be l yin' and besid es she had already gone .
A nd that Caribbean winds s till blow from Nassau to M exico
C ircle of ice to the furnace o f desire.
A nd them busy ships of lib erty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
B ringing everything that's n ear to me nearer to th e fire.
