That's What Living is to Me

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by Jimmy Buffett



Jason Mason hears a sound

A whistle blows in Congo town

And the mail boat's in, the mail boat's in

It brings him things from oh so far

Old magazines and snickers bars

A simple man, a simple land

The world's too big to understand



Be good and you will be lonesome

Be lonesome and you will be free

Live a lie and you'll live to regret it

That's what living is to me

That's what living is to me



On a timeless beach on Hisanola

A young sips a diet cola

She's worlds apart, worlds apart

The spirit of the black king still

Reverberates through Haitian hills

He rules the sea and all the fish

What if he had a TV dish?



In some far off regions the foriegn legions

Keep the theives and the preditors at bay

While closer to home some bad boys still roam

The streets aren't safe but give it one more day

One more day . . .



The stories from my favorite books

Still take on many different looks

And now I'm gone, home again

The time has come the walrus said

And little oysters hide their head

My Twain of thought is loosely bound

I guess it's time to Mark this down



- Patrick E. Fleming -------------------------------------------------------

- Department of Chemistry -------------- Visitors scored on the home rink --

- Ohio Wesleyan University ------------- Everything seems to be wrong... ---

- pfleming@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu ---------------------------------------