The Rum Diary lyrics

This island is a steaming trap Full of palms and poets and thieves This bar is full of rum soaked hacks Clinging on to what is left of what they believe Me, I was another runaway I just left one day to right it all down But my plans got stuck in the sand And my dreams never got off the ground In the search for the great one, it is I who has not found A way to capture the fury and the sound Shadowboxing the muse Here among the burned out and used At the end of a very short fuse While the time slips away Drifting on the breeze they got the steely Dan and the ceiling fan is turning in time And whenever I hear that song I scheme about stealing the best lines But when this glow fades away, I'm will sleep under mosquito net And as far as the best laid plans I'm bound to forget, I always bound to forget that In the search for the great one, it is I who has not found A way to capture the fury and the sound Shadowboxing the muse Here among these burned out and used At the end of a very short fuse While the time slips away While the time just slips away