Florida
Couple of young girls
Went sailing down on A1A
To the arms of Florida
Sailing down the highway
Singing their heads off
Protected by the holy ghost
Flying in from the ocean
Driving with their eyes closed
The night wants to kiss you
Deep and be on his way
Pretend that he don't know you
Very next day
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
You slide down into the seat
Twelve hours on you feet
Get the tide to wash away
Thousands and thousands of days
And someone you never meet
Signs the check you get every week
You try and still can't forget
All the strangers that you have met
The night never owed you
Nothing anyway
Makes promises that he never intends
To keep every day
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Every time, every year
Travellers come and go
You see them landing with their pale wings
Flying back to the snow
And summer comes marching in
With his heavy boots on
Kicking along the backtop
Sidewalks of A1A
The young girls in their bare feet
Cigarette smoking
Looking every which way
Wishing and hoping
And you want the night just to let you sleep
And be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets
And have nothing to say
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Went sailing down on A1A
To the arms of Florida
Sailing down the highway
Singing their heads off
Protected by the holy ghost
Flying in from the ocean
Driving with their eyes closed
The night wants to kiss you
Deep and be on his way
Pretend that he don't know you
Very next day
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
You slide down into the seat
Twelve hours on you feet
Get the tide to wash away
Thousands and thousands of days
And someone you never meet
Signs the check you get every week
You try and still can't forget
All the strangers that you have met
The night never owed you
Nothing anyway
Makes promises that he never intends
To keep every day
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Every time, every year
Travellers come and go
You see them landing with their pale wings
Flying back to the snow
And summer comes marching in
With his heavy boots on
Kicking along the backtop
Sidewalks of A1A
The young girls in their bare feet
Cigarette smoking
Looking every which way
Wishing and hoping
And you want the night just to let you sleep
And be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets
And have nothing to say
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
There's nothing to hold me
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Writer(s): Patricia J. Griffin
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