[transcribed by jon l]   False echos   By: jimmy buffett   1996   The skies over cuba turned pink with the light   And the waterfront ritual began to ignite   All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun   Twenty-fifth of november, 1921      On the old chicamauga the signal jacks flew   And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo   Every ship in havana then hoisted away   All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday      Enduring echoes call out from his past   Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that   Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire   He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare      Now his storybook childhood was not make believe   On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve   Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force   Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course      Enduring echoes call out from his past   Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that   Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire   He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare      Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach   He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach   Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive   Then the wind went away in 1995      [whistle/violin break]      Now the old chicamauga has slipped by the ways   She lies on the bottom of old mobile bay   Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near   They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear   Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea   And it's a time in the future for cameron and me      Enduring echoes call out from his past   Time ain't for saving no time's not for that   Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire   He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare      The skies over cuba were warmed by the sun   Twenty-fifth of november 1921