Heading south the compass reads Look at our speed, we're going 63 Look out the window as the trees go green I look at them and they look at me I got Neil Young on the stereo He comes along whenever I go There's something different as I hear him now Heading south on a familiar route I can feel the lifting of my blues I can see you wipe your eyes anew I got the feeling I just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz I got an old friend, he remembers me From way back when we were 17 We've got kids and we're older now But when I see him, we're still 17 I need the beach to set me free I need the wind to make me breathe I need the water to wash my soul I need my loved ones to let me go I can feel the lifting of my blues I can see you wipe your eyes anew I got the feeling that I just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz Up in the northwest, we've got it good A little soggy, but we've got it good Can't help thinking that I wish I would Move my ass down to Santa Cruz I got the feeling that I just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz I got a feeling that I just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz I got a feeling I don't wanna lose Pulling into Santa Cruz I got a feeling that I just can't lose Pulling into Santa Cruz

Mi santa cruz de la sierra La flor dorada de la luz Regresa tus ojos negros En mi alma del tobago Mi santa cruz de la sierra Soy condion en tu alcon Bella novia de la sierra De mi guitarra cancion Y otra vez en la arena Son tu sonrisa feliz Mas bella que nunca te vi En nuestra cita de amor Y otra vez en la arena Son tu sonrisa feliz Mas bella que nunca te vi En nuestra cita de amor Oigo tus pasos que vienen por mi Vella hermosa radiante cual sos En una esquiena guardando tu amor Y otra vez en la arena Son tu sonrisa feliz Mas bella que nunca te vi En nuestra cita de amor Y otra vez en la arena Son tu sonrisa feliz Mas bella que nunca te vi En nuestra cita de amor Y otra vez en la arena Son tu sonrisa feliz Mas bella que nunca te vi En nuestra cita de amor En nuestra cita de amor

We're all bad bonez We can see it when we're all alone It's all in good faith We all have it but you'll have to wait But to be honest I'm quite fine living life so complacent And to be candid Sometimes I hate the fact that I'll face it Bad Bonez We're just so scared I don't mean to act like I don't care But once you have known You'll be able to live with Bad Bonez But to be truthful It's so hard thinking that I'm not special And to be open You can't blame anyone for hoping Bad bonez

Hold my hand, feel my love But understand it's all just luck No such thing as true love It's all just luck, lucky love But that don't make love weak, it's unique The chance is that we'd meet and just speak A million ways they give just to live And I'm just lucky this is it, this is it Plant your feet, take a stand In the grand scheme, it's all just chance No such thing as true love It's all just luck, lucky love But that don't make love weak, it's unique The chance is that we'd meet and just speak A million ways they give just to live And I'm just lucky this is it, this is it

Hey there, baby You wanted to spend some time with me? Well I just can't do that right now You see A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do And what a man wants ain't that difficult But it's actually quite special See What a man wants is something I like to call Alone time I feel best when I'm alone Don't take it personal It's just what I do baby And if you think that I'm alone You're slightly wrong 'Cause I got my own two cents Of what it feels to be alone It's like I'm home I know it's a strange thing And if you think there's something wrong You need to take a stroll Relax your own self

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul Yo oh heave ho There are men whose hearts as as black as coal Yo oh heave ho And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew It's as dark a tale as was ever told Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides Yo oh heave ho There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides Yo oh heave ho And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum The devil himself would have to call them scum Every man aboard would have killed his mate For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight A piece of eight A piece of eight Five, six, seven, eight Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air Murder in de air One more time now Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones Yo oh heave ho There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones Yo oh heave ho When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed There's no turning back from any course that's laid And when greed and villainy sail the sea You can bet your boots there'll be treachery Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails Dead men tell no tales