Maori

When I first met you, I said
"My God, get away.
You smell like fish heads."
And you followed me around all day.
While you were smitten with me,
I tried to get away.

You would dream of the ocean,
Waves from the Aleutians crashing on the shore
And you'd dream of the Maori,
Alive in the South Sea.

As a child on the island, you'd doze,
As the light of the moon reflected off your toes.
And the wind off the water felt warm
In the calm of the night that came before the storm

You would dream of the ocean,
Waves from the Aleutians crashing on the shore
And you'd dream of the Maori,
Alive in the South Sea.

You always said that you'd be fine.
There's no predicting what could happen in a lifetime.
Maybe you've just lost your mind.
Well, there's a lot to be said for what's been left behind.

You just dream of the ocean,
Waves from the Aleutians crashing on the shore
And you'd dream of the Maori,
Alive in the South Sea.

And you'd dream of the Maori,
Alive in the South Sea.