Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves   Like an old scooter slippin' slowly to it's grave   Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time   Like a lone palm, watch the world unwind      Nowhere to go and nowhere to be   Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me   Readin' his book 'bout the have and have-nots   In between chapters we take another shot   And one by one we slide from reality   With nowhere to go, and nowhere to be      There's jerk chicken grillin' on the grill   Sure feels good for some time to be still   Even if it's only for a little while   Sight of the sails in the wind makes me smile      Days turn into night   When you're stuck in still life      And you got nowhere to go and nowhere to be   Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me   Readin' his book 'bout the have and have-nots   In between chapters we take another shot   And one by one we slide from reality   With nowhere to go, and no where to be