From the album Preposthumous

Lyrics

No Second Time

On a 747 flying south to Montego Bay
A little chunk of Heaven where the sun shines every day,
Looking at the world through a scratchy windowpane,
I knew that I would never feel that way again.
A hundred degrees, or so it did seem,
Afloat in the sea, in a tropical dream.
So take your share and move on down the line.
And be aware there is no second time.

Sitting by the ocean watching my skin turn brown,
A hare-brained notion I could turn my life around.
Along the beach the beautiful people walk by,
And the water so blue and green and blinding white.
A hundred degrees, or so it did seem,
A whispering breeze in a mango tree.
So take your share and move on down the line,
And be aware there is no second time.


If I could have the wealth of the Spanish Main,
A cargo of silver lost to the King of Spain,
Inca gold from the mountains of Peru,
I’d scoop it all up and hand it over to you.
A hundred degrees, or so it did seem,
If you would agree to spend it with me.
So take your share and move on down the line,
And be aware there is no second time.