Zanzibar

Wait at the bar, we know who you are
You're a saint, you're a star
But this ain't no Zanzibar
So drink while you can, 'cause fortune is like land
You chart, you steer
But there are no islands here

I'll find a way to get there yet
Draggin' on a pink cigarette

Hey, oh, grey's so pretty when it's wet
Like the hull of a boat
Cuttin' ocean, writin' notes in oak gall
Back home to Ella
Tellin' tales of my travels
"It's like summer, it's like fear; there are no islands here"

I'll find a way to get there yet

They say the view's in step with visions of you, Dear
And still without you, yet, there are no visions here

Way up, way up in the air
A red-eye loses you up there
(And I'm up there)

Break down -- the ocean is right
Break down -- the ocean is...
Trip out -- the ocean is right
Shakedown -- our island is right here

So wait at the bar, we know what you are
A patron of the arts; a saint, a star
A traveler at heart, a sinner when it's dark
You steer, you chart
By memory and stars