Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congotown
And the mail boat's in 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 will live to regret it

That's what living is to me
That's what living is to me


On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
A young girl 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

Now in the far off regions

the foreign legion
Keeps the thieves and the
predators at bay

While closer to home
some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it

One more day, one more day

The stories from my favorite books

Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, 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