Hear the sweet morning song of a hummingbird The change of the leaves is enough to make you cry Take off your cutlass and lay by the trees Feel the grass and smell all the flowers Take in the bugs and all the buildings All the lights and the sandy beaches Maybe it was I who was wrong Oh Johnny's feeling seasick The sunsets wears And the moon obscured by trees In the end, we're off together Away from sea, into the land of the free And to the land Is this supposed to be home?