Portugal Or PEI

I guess that I was born with that nomad gene

There's very little of this planet that I have not seen

Everybody's on a soapbox, influencers and phones

TikTok, Tommy Rock 'round the clock but I'm still thinkin' Rolling Stones

So, where am I gonna go when the volcanos blow?

Everybody's askin' all the time

Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay or a beach bar near Sagres

I'm sure I'll find a way 'til then, I'll be in the conga line

A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, stayin' high

I've got my good friends close and trouble far away

Music on a beach called "Singin' Sand"

No big deal, no master plan

We'll be all right, come Monday

I'll hopscotch 'cross the ocean on friendly archipelagos

Where women sing to Gaia and the marijuana grows

I'm thinkin' garden of the gulf where the Portuguese fished long ago

Speak a little Migmauw when I can

And then Cavendish

Do the dos-à-dos

Where am I gonna go when the volcanos blow?

Everybody's askin' all the time

Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay or a beach bar near Sagres

I'm sure I'll find a way 'til then, I'll be in the conga line

A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, stayin' high

I've got my good friends close and trouble far away

Music on a beach called "Singin' Sand"

No big deal, no master plan

We'll be all right, come Monday

Everybody's on a soapbox and there's way too many phones

Everybody's playin' TikTok, Tommy Rock And I still love the Rolling Stones

Life is always better when you add a little island

A lot of oysters, love and wine

Maybe a pub on PEI with somebody singin' in Portuguese

On the sandbar, feel the ocean breeze

Right now, that sounds real good to me

I really like those possibilities

'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?)

'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?)

'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?)

'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?)

Where'm I gonna go?