Palm Tree Congregation
Traffic's backed up sideways
And the road leads to the sea
Got a palm tree congregation
And they're worshippin' the breeze

It's the sun's last chance to blind me
As it drips into the sea
No one's gonna' find me
It's a good day, to be free

I'm plugged into the currents
On a raft made of bamboo
And I ain't got no insurance
But then, neither do you

Never know what hit you
Never know sirree
You never know 'til morning
If it's a good day, to be free

I'm runnin' through the bushes
And I'm runnin' through the waves
And I'm runnin' through the T- shirts
And I'm runnin' through the caves

And I'm tryin' to keep it together
Tryin' to keep it clean
Checkin' out the weather
It's a good day to be free.