The idea was to go south
to where the tropic flowers sprout,
to where we’d live beneath the sunshine
and the pineapple tree.
Oh, but somewhere in the plan,
you grew up to be a man
and now you don’t think that you can
go on with me.
Not with me.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.
Well, the indigo is climbing
through the trees now and it’s shining
as I walk upon the highway
where you once walked with me.
And my dreams are like a tin can
building castles in the white sand
when I haven’t caught the faintest
glimpse of sea.
Not for me.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.
O but somewhere Fortune waits for me,
behind pineapple gates for me,
with sunny tea and cakes beside
a crystalline sea.
But I know the same is true for you;
she’s probably bought a suit for you,
a big important place where
you can be
Not with me.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.
So long. See you. I couldn’t follow you even if I wanted to.