Curt Joa, Singer Songwriter

Music

Florida

04:38

Lyrics

The sun is shining on his plastic chair 

A rolled up Cuban on his lip 

Worn out eyes look through the salty air 

Out to another cargo ship 

And to the south, the pastel condos rise 

As if to form a solid wall 

My gosh it seems like just a month or two ago 

That there was nothing there at all.

 

He hears another wave a-crashing 

And the irony is plain 

Up and down the coast it’s changing 

Changing but still 

That old ocean looks the same 

 

Made his money selling big machines 

First came down here in sixty-two 

Every year the same old friends would reconvene 

He smiles to think of all the stuff they’d do 

But nowadays there’s only Stuart left 

And Stuart’s moving kind of slow 

He might stop over with a six pack for a gift 

And reminisce on the patio 

 

Just then another wave goes crashing 

And the irony is plain 

Up and down the coast it’s changing 

Changing but still 

That old ocean looks the same 

 

He remembers how 

This was a paradise 

Back when Alicia was alive 

The people with him now 

They treat him very nice 

They do his laundry 

And take him out for drives 

 

And in the car he tends to contemplate 

Florida before there were these walls 

Now every mile, another guarded gate 

With lighted palms and waterfalls 

And there is grumbling in the supermart 

Heads are shaking side to side 

Everybody wants to keep things just the way they were 

On the day they arrived

 

He hears another wave a-crashing 

And the irony is plain 

Up and down the coast it’s changing 

Changing but still 

That old ocean … 

 

Up and down the coast it’s changing 

Changing but still 

That old ocean looks the same.