[ A Poem for Lisa ] [ Paris ] [ The Traveller ]
Paris
He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so.He was impressive, young and aggressive, saving the world on his own.
The warm summer breezes, the French wines and cheeses put his ambition at bay.
Summers and winters scattered like splinters and 4 or 5 years slipped away.
He went to England, played the piano and married an actress named Kim.
They had a fine life. She was a good wife, and bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions he locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet, clean country living and 20 more years slipped away.
Well, the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady and left him with only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were a'fallin' he was recallin' answers he never found.
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean and left England without a sound.
Now he lives in the Islands, fishes the pilin's and drinks his green label each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing, but he don't care what most people say.
Through 86 years of perpetual motion, if he likes you he'll smile and he'll say,
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way."
-Jimmy Buffet
