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  1. Florida

From the recording .

Lyrics

The sun is shining on his plastic chair 
A rolled up Cuban on his lip 
Worn out eyes look through the salty air 
Out to another cargo ship 
And to the south, the pastel condos rise 
As if to form a solid wall 
My gosh it seems like just a month or two ago 
That there was nothing there at all.
 
He hears another wave a-crashing 
And the irony is plain 
Up and down the coast it’s changing 
Changing but still 
That old ocean looks the same 
 
Made his money selling big machines 
First came down here in sixty-two 
Every year the same old friends would reconvene 
He smiles to think of all the stuff they’d do 
But nowadays there’s only Stuart left 
And Stuart’s moving kind of slow 
He might stop over with a six pack for a gift 
And reminisce on the patio 
 
Just then another wave goes crashing 
And the irony is plain 
Up and down the coast it’s changing 
Changing but still 
That old ocean looks the same 
 
He remembers how 
This was a paradise 
Back when Alicia was alive 
The people with him now 
They treat him very nice 
They do his laundry 
And take him out for drives 
 
And in the car he tends to contemplate 
Florida before there were these walls 
Seems like now it's every mile, another guarded gate 
With lighted palms and waterfalls 
And there is grumbling in the supermart 
Heads are shaking side to side 
Everybody wants to keep things just the way they were 
On the day they arrived
 
He hears another wave a-crashing 
And the irony is plain 
Up and down the coast it’s changing 
Changing but still 
That old ocean … 
 
Up and down the coast it’s changing 
Changing but still 
That old ocean looks the same.