Jimmy Buffett - Far Side of the World lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Far Side of the World lyrics]
Ramadan is over
The new moon's showin' 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 that Spanish highway
Some things remain the same
Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls
I'm headin' 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 desert where
I sit atop this dune
I was destined for this vantage point
Though it's so far from the sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupéry
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 lightning bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling
Lights adorn the sausage tree
While the embers from the log
Fire, they flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos from
The far side of the world
Now it's Christmas and my birthday
And so to that extent
The Maasai, 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
2-0-0-1 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
Yes, that's the way it happens on
The far side of the world
The new moon's showin' 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 that Spanish highway
Some things remain the same
Girls meet boys and the boys tease girls
I'm headin' 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 desert where
I sit atop this dune
I was destined for this vantage point
Though it's so far from the sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupéry
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 lightning bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling
Lights adorn the sausage tree
While the embers from the log
Fire, they flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos from
The far side of the world
Now it's Christmas and my birthday
And so to that extent
The Maasai, 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
2-0-0-1 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
Yes, that's the way it happens on
The far side of the world