Roatan

My easy life, there’s no hustle or strife
Just a silence as big as you want it.
I leave the house and the reveller’s shouts
And I sing by myself to the water
There’s time and a place to go dancing
I’ll stay here and drink myself to sleep
The girl in the white comes out into the night
And she tells me she likes how I whistle
We call to the boats, and it seems to remote
How my girlfriend is sleeping back stateside
God knows that I, I would never
There’s too many ways to be alone
Then when we’re walking alone on the boulevard
Then, when we’re standing alone on the portico
When were you planning on
Mentioning that?