歌曲名 Island Life

歌手名 Michael Franks

作词：Michael Franks+Debbie DeMeo+George Marino+Jeff Cox+Jeff Mironov+Jeff Mironov+Jon Wolfson+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Lin Bordenet+Michael Franks+Mike Morgan+Neil Dignon+Ralph Macdonald+Ralph Macdonald+Richard Nelson+Rob Mounsey+Rob Mounsey+Rob Mounsey

作曲：Debbie DeMeo+George Marino+Jeff Cox+Jeff Mironov+Jeff Mironov+Jon Wolfson+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Kevin Halpin+Lin Bordenet+Michael Franks+Mike Morgan+Neil Dignon+Ralph Macdonald+Ralph Macdonald+Richard Nelson+Rob Mounsey+Rob Mounsey+Rob Mounsey

Keep believing you soon will earn your

Turn to flash in the pan

It's deceiving 'cause nothing kills

like this metropolis can

Everywhere there's blind ambition

Dog eat dog and screw you

You do unto others and they do unto you

Everyday you fight taxicabs and

traffic permanent frowns

Lay awake at night wondering

if you hear burglary sounds

Think it's time to make my exit

Kiss all this goodbye and

Catch the next flight south connecting

to my island life

Look at me I'm a refugee from the island life

I belong where the shade is palm

and the mango's ripe

I'll do all my swinging in some hammock

by a turquoise sea

For free

Guess it must be clear I do not

belong in this cityscape

I am not from here and I do intend

to make my escape

Take me back to waterfalls in volcanic canyons

Where coconuts and orchids are

my sole companions

Look at me I'm a refugee from the island life

I belong where the shade is palm and

the mango's ripe

How inviting it would make always

killing time if you

Came too

Can't you see we're just refugees

from the island life

We belong where the shade is palm and

the mango's ripe

We'll do all our swinging

In some hammock by a turquoise sea

For free

Can't you see we're just refugees

from the island life

We belong where the shade is palm and

the mango's ripe

We'll do all our swinging

In some hammock by a turquoise sea

For free

Can't you see we're just refugees

from the island life

We belong where the shade is palm

and the mango's ripe

We'll do all our swinging

In some hammock by a turquoise sea