That's What You're Doing To Me

Jason Mason hears a sound A whistle blows in Congo town And the mail boat's in, the mail boat's in It brings him things from oh so far Old magazines and snickers bars A simple man, a simple land The world's too big to understand Be good and you will be lonesome Be lonesome and you will be free Live a lie and you'll live to regret it That's what living is to me That's what living is to me On a timeless beach on Hisanola A young sips a diet cola She's worlds apart, worlds apart The spirit of the black king still Reverberates through Haitian hills He rules the sea and all the fish What if he had a TV dish? In some far off regions the foriegn legions Keep the theives and the preditors at bay While closer to home some bad boys still roam The streets aren't safe but give it one more day One more day . . . The stories from my favorite books Still take on many different looks And now I'm gone, home again The time has come the walrus said And little oysters hide their head My Twain of thought is loosely bound I guess it's time to Mark this down