Been thinking a lot about Joni and these words lately.
CareyThe wind is in from AfricaLast night, I couldn't sleepOh you know it sure is hard to leave you, CareyBut it's really not my homeMy fingernails are filthyI've got beach tar on my feetAnd I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologneOh Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane!)I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver)Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but I like youCome on down to the mermaid cafeAnd I will buy you a bottle of wineAnd we'll laugh, and toast to nothingAnd smash our empty glassesLet's have a round for these freaks and these soldiersA round for these friends of mineLet's have another round for the bright red devil whoKeeps me in this tourist townMaybe I'll go to AmsterdamOr maybe I'll go to RomeAnd rent me a grand pianoAnd put some flowers around my roomBut let's not talk about fare thee wells nowThe night is a starry domeAnd they're playing that scratchy rock 'n rollBeneath the Mantella moonThe wind is in from AfricaLast night, I couldn't sleepOh you know it sure is hard to leave you, CareyBut it's really not my homeMaybe it's been too long a time since I wasScrambling down the streetNow they got me used to that clean white linenAnd that fancy French cologneOh, Carey get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane.)I'll put on my finest silver (I'll put on my finest silver,)We'll go to the Mermaid CafeHave fun tonightI said oh you're a mean old Daddy but you're out of site