I came to live upon this coastland
Where crusty crabs and divorcees live
Where waves lap upon the sand
Where drug lords will give you the shiv.
Gentle sunrise from the violent night
Like a child born from unspeakable pain
So the castaways have lost the fight
With a society gone insane.
And found my paradise poor and chaste
A Latin welcome discovered
Where close-toed shoes are out of place
And friends turn into lovers.
Who I was I can't remember
I left me behind to find my peace
And now it is but a glowing ember
Which some fine day will find release.
The castaways all came to find
What they could not get at home
A simpler way, a gentler grind
And a beach on which to roam.
So when you see a castaway
Pass by with just a knowing nod
For the tourist who has gone astray
And the tropical escape they trod.
Do not bother them, let them go
In silence and in sorrow
For what they loved long ago
Was sunk like pirate's cargo.