Out on Stock Island there's a whole 'nother life
But most of them just drive on by
My woman loves drinking there pier side
Waiting for the sun to slip into the sea
This is the last time I'm saying goodbye
The island life it ain't for me
There's too much drinking
I'll never survive
I'll watch the sunset from St. Augustine
Her skin is bronze
Her heart is gold
She's only thirty but she looks forty-four
She works in a bar and part time laundry
She rides a scooter from Key West to Miami Beach
Passing through Largo I almost turned around
I'm better off with her memory
I'm not the pirate that she really wants
She was my shipwreck that I survived repeatedly
Her skin is bronze
Her heart is gold
She looks flat chested but she's a solid thirty-four
She works in a bar and part time laundry
They all know her at the pawn on Kennedy
She don't wear heels
Her eyes are green
She knows every bar and every dive on every key
I packed my bags
After the hurricane
She said I'm gonna get outta here like you
One day