Sittin on the beach in Sante Teresa
With my old friend St. Peter
He reached out his hand and peeled back the night sky
He pulled it aside like a black velvet curtain
That was studed with tiny little diamonds
He said come let's go and take a look outside
Floatin on the foam an angel appeared
In the form of a waveand whispered,
"We're the wave rollin in to the shore we're alive
But when it crashes there's an under tow
That's just as strong as the current
And your journey continues with the ebbin tide"
Jojo stokes the fire with the flute in his hand
I picked up my scattered thoughts i had strewn about the sand
And Mesqolito had desended in the spirit of a dog
And led me off into the jungle fading in the fog
Was coming from the breath of serpant all around
Unseen but clearly heard
I spin and fall and laugh and cry i hung on every word
He said "i'm the left hand of god
And i'm much harder to understand
While the right hand will coddle you like a child
I will push you to be a man
And all of the troubles in the world will fall upon my name
But if you drown in that mighty ocean
The ocean's not to blame"
Sittin on the beach in Sante Teresa
With my old friend St. Peter
He reached out his hand and peeled back the night sky
He pulled it aside like a black velvet curtain
That was studed with tiny little diamonds
He said come let's go and take a look outside