Текст песни Far Side of the World - Jimmy Buffett
Ramadan
is
over,
The
new
moon′s
shown
her
face,
I'm
halfway
round
the
planet,
In
a
most
unlikely
place.
Following
my
song
line
Past
bamboo
shacks
and
shops
Behind
a
jitney
packed
like
sardines,
With
bananas
piled
on
top.
I
ran
away
from
politics,
It′s
too
bizarre
at
home.
Away
I
flew,
tuned
into
Blue
"Maybe
Amsterdam
or
Rome"
Awakened
by
a
stewardess,
With
Spain
somewhere
below.
On
the
threshold
of
adventure,
God
I
do
love
this
job
so.
So
while
I
make
my
move
On
the
big
board
game
Up
and
down
a
Spanish
highway,
Some
things
remain
the
same.
Girls
meet
boys
And
the
boys
tease
girls
I'm
heading
out
this
morning,
For
the
Far
Side
of
the
World.
Oh
I
believe
in
song
lines
Obvious
and
not
I'd
ridden
them
like
camels
To
some
most
peculiar
spots.
They
run
across
the
oceans
Through
mountains
and
saloons
And
tonight
out
to
the
dessert
Where
I
sit
atop
this
dune.
I
was
destined
for
this
vantage
point
Which
is
so
far
from
the
Sea
I′ve
lived
it
in
the
pages
of
Saint-Exupery
From
Paris
to
Tunisia
Casablanca
to
Dakar
I
was
riding
long
before
I
flew
Through
the
wind
and
sand
and
stars.
Caravan
Ride
that
hump
And
Timbuktu′s
a
jillion
bumps
Sleeping
bags
and
battle
flags
Are
coiled
and
furled
That's
the
way
you
travel
To
the
far
side
of
the
world!
A
Sunset
framed
by
lightening
bolts
Burns
a
lasting
memory
And
a
string
of
tiny
twinkling
lights
Adorn
the
sausage
tree.
While
the
embers
from
the
log
fire
Flicker,
fly,
and
twirl
Then
drift
off
toward
the
cosmos
From
the
Far
Side
of
the
World.
Well
it′s
Christmas
and
my
birthday
And
so
to
that
extent
The
Masai
not
the
wise
men
Are
circling
my
tent.
I
teach
them
how
to
play
guitar
They
show
me
how
to
dance
We
have
rum
from
the
Caribbean
And
Burgundy
from
France.
New
Year's
Eve
in
Zanzibar
With
Babu
and
his
boys
High
up
on
the
rooftop
You
can
relish
all
the
noise.
They
are
dancing
on
the
tables
People
bouncing
like
gazelles
Two
0-0-1
is
ushered
in
With
air
raid
horns
and
bells.
Time
to
sing
time
to
dance
Living
out
my
second
chance.
Cobras
and
sleeping
bags
are
coiled
and
curled
That′s
the
way
it
happens
On
the
Far
Side
of
the
World.
Back
at
home,
it's
afternoon
Six
thousand
miles
away.
I
will
still
be
there
when
I
get
through
Attending
this
soiree
There
are
jobs
and
chores
and
questions
And
plates
I
need
to
twirl,
But
tonight
I′ll
take
my
chances,
On
the
Far
Side
of
the
World.
That's
the
way
it
happens
On
the
Far
Side
of
the
World.
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