Lyrics / The Wondering Traveler
JAMAICA (KINGSTON, IN THE DRIFT)
Warm night, slow time I breathe in smoke and starlight Kingston, hold me steady Bass in the distance, streetlights low Bare feet dancing where the palm trees grow Laughter soft with a hard edge too Some hearts heal, some hearts bruise Rich car glides with the window up Down the road, one cracked paper cup I’m not above it, I’m not below I’m in the middle, and I move real slow I hear the rhythm preach to me Not loud, not proud, just honestly And every chord feels like a hand Pulling my worry into sand Jamaica, rasta night, don’t let me fall Love in the heat, loss in the alcohol I’m a middle traveler, learning to breathe Let the bassline bless me, let it set me free Jamaica, hold my heart, keep it light Skank in the dark, glow in the fight If there’s a sign in the ocean mist Meet me in the drift like this Kingston corner, sweet fruit smell A hymn in the air like a wishing well I see bright smiles, I see tired eyes Truth on the street, no disguise Somebody’s praying, somebody’s gone Somebody’s strong but holding on And I keep walking, calm and deep Trying not to sink, trying not to sleep I’m in the middle, I’m in between Gold and grit in the same old scene So I let the groove do what it do Make a home out of passing through Jamaica, rasta night, don’t let me fall Love in the heat, loss in the alcohol I’m a middle traveler, learning to breathe Let the bassline bless me, let it set me free Jamaica, hold my heart, keep it light Skank in the dark, glow in the fight If there’s a sign in the ocean mist Meet me in the drift like this I don’t need money to feel rich I don’t need a map for every switch Just one slow song, one warm sky One reason to forgive the why And the night keeps humming my name Again, again, again Jamaica, rasta night, don’t let me fall Love in the heat, loss in the alcohol I’m a middle traveler, learning to breathe Let the bassline bless me, let it set me free Jamaica, hold my heart, keep it light Skank in the dark, glow in the fight If there’s a sign in the ocean mist Meet me in the drift like this Warm night, slow time Kingston in my bloodstream I leave, but I stay in the rhythm