It’s late… early… late. I think it’s late. It’s sometime, and I’m over the gulf, and I’m lumbering. I’m going somewhere, somewhere in Texas, somewhere in Louisiana. I’m spinning.
I was in Florida and Cuba, and now, now I’m going to spend some time in Texas, in Louisiana. I’m looking forward to it. I’m spinning.
The water is warm where I’m at. My feet are warm, and I think I can see for miles, to Louisiana, to Texas, and I think I’m going there. I’m not sure. All I know is that my feet are warm. All I know is that somehow, I’m spinning.