To the docks where weight and boredom
They arrive, bellies loaded with fruit
They come from the ends of the earth
Trailing a spicy scent
Where we live almost naked
I'd love to scrub off this gray
It seems to me that misery
Hurts less in the sun
When we talk of girls and love
I lose my sense of things
Where I see, arms stretched
It seems to me that misery
Hurts less in the sun
On a creaking rust bucket
To leave I'll work
Taking the road that leads to
Those flower leis
I'll run, leaving my past
No bags and a heart set free
It seems to me that misery
Hurts less in the sun
It seems to me that misery
Hurts less in the sun