St. Augustine

Well you tell me you love me and I'm all right
Simple as that, like the tail of a kite
And the old legionnaires were spoiling for a fight
On the streets of St. Augustine
The sun was in a bad mood in a cold winter sky
Having a laugh on the liquor supplies
And me I'm walking the cobblestones like a poet for a spy
On the streets of St. Augustine

Hey, hey, hey

Well California shimmers and I'll chase you some day
To the fountain of youth by the edge of the bay
But for now I just want to carry you away
To the streets of St. Augustine
Well they burned down the town in the name of the king
Divided it up for diamonds and rings
Now they're telling the singers there's no place to sing
On the streets of St. Augustine

Hey, hey, hey

And Fred, well he's down from Nova Scotia again
He's sailing the seas on the palm of the wind
Now he's gone off to Cuba, that Canadian
From the streets of St. Augustine
And you can run from the pocket of a comfortable hand
Put your soul in a suitcase and travel the land
But count yourself lucky if you finally stand
On the streets of St. Augustine

Well you tell me you love me and I'm all right
Simple as that, like the tail of a kite
And I close my eyes and we're walking tonight
On the streets of St. Augustine

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey