Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.
You know, as a writer, I'm more of a listener than a writer, cuz if I hear something I will write it down.
There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.
There will always be those who feel more comfortable not venturing from the warmth of the hearth, but there are those who prefer to look out the window and wonder what is beyond the horizon.
Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.