Graeme Connors A Little Further North
The sun sinks behind me in the west
This is the time of day I love best
Salt breezes murmur through the coconut palms
As the colors change, they set a scene of tropical
Seagulls heading back to land
Over the mangroves and salt pans
By a lazy creek with a six pack
And a fishing line
Win back some memories
Losing track of time
I head a little further north each year
Leave the cities behind
Out of sight, out of mind
And when my troubles can all dissappear
I head a little further north each year
Feeling the night wrapped around me
Eases my mind in serenity
Ocean waves are humming on the outer beach
The balmy nights and sultry days are welcome relief
I head a little further north each year
Leave the cities behind
Out of sight, out of mind
And when my troubles can all dissappear
I head a little further north each year
I head a little further north each year
Taking my mind to an easier time
And when there's silence and the night sky is clear
I head a little further north each year
