I got a letter from Nigel
He says he’s doing fine
He says he made it to Havana
Now he’s just wasting time.
I finish off my coffee
Turn out the light
Fifteen minutes to get to work
Or I’ll be out on the street tonight.
So Nigel’s in Havana looking for a boat
Speaking Spanish to the ladies, just managing to stay afloat.
Waiting for a taxi
On a wet and windy night
Reading Nigel’s letter in the darkness
Seems to shed some light.
He’s talking about palm trees
And the rising of the sun.
Ten minutes to get to work
And a taxi hasn’t come.
So Nigel’s in Havana looking for a boat
Speaking Spanish to the ladies. just managing to stay afloat.
Now I know some people
Who say escape’s not what it seems
Anyone who tries something different
Is a burden on their dreams.
But freedom here is measured
By the dollar in your hand
And Nigel’s in Havana
While I’m still making plans.
So Nigel’s in Havana looking for a boat
Speaking Spanish to the ladies, just managing to stay afloat.
I’ve finished Nigel’s letter
The taxi pulls away
One minute to walk through those doors
One minute to call it a day.
And Nigel says he loves the beaches
He says he loves the sun
He says he’d love some company
And he’s asking me to come.
So Nigel’s in Havana looking for a boat
Speaking Spanish to the ladies, just managing to stay afloat.
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