Lone palm   By: jimmy buffett   1993   My garden is filled with papayas and mangos   My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos   Taste for the good life   I can't live it no other way   While out on the beach there are two empty chairs   That say more than the people who ever sit there   >from under my lone palm   I can look out on the day      Chorus:   Where no bird flies by my window   No ship is tied to my tree   Love is a wave building to a crescendo   Ride if you will, ride it with me      I knew this girl made of memories and phrases   Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages   Danced 'til the dawn   Wished all her worries away   Well she wasn't crazy, no she wasn't mad   She just wanted the father that she never had   >from under my lone palm   I think about her today      Chorus:   Where no bird flies by my window   No ship is tied to my tree   Love is a wave building to a crescendo   Ride if you will, ride it with me      We sailed from the port of indecision   Young and wild with oh so much to learn   Days turned into years   As we tried to fool our fears   But to the port of indecision I returned      My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos   My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles   Come christmas winds   Blow all my worries away      Chorus:   Where no bird flies by my window   No ship is tied to my tree   Love is a wave building to a crescendo   Ride if you will, ride it with me      Sing if you will, sing to the sea   (no bird flies by my window)   (no ship is tied to my tree)