Jazz in a Hammock

The morning tide is pulling back again

The sand is cool beneath my feet

I’m watching how the salt air meets the skin

Where the island and the water meet

Take it slow

Let the trade winds carry us home

Take it slow

We got nowhere else to go

A little shade beneath the canopy

The green leaves blocking out the heat

I hear the wooden shells in harmony

Walking down a quiet side street

Take it slow

Let the trade winds carry us home

Take it slow

We got nowhere else to go

The piano plays a gentle melody

Like raindrops falling on the leaves

There’s nothing left but this tranquility

And the comfort that the spirit breathes

Take it slow

Let the trade winds carry us home

Take it slow

We got nowhere else to go