• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Migration - Jimmy Buffett
• Migration - James Taylor
• Migration - Residents
• Migration - Innocence Mission
• Migration - Circle Of Dead Children
• Migration - Wintersleep
• Migration - Ray Thomas
• Migration - Sambassadeur
• Migration - Mark Salling

Whoa, lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes
Most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
If I hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
'Cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control

Distant hands in foreign lands
Are turning hidden wheels
Causing things to come about
Which no one seems to feel
All invisible from where we stand
The connections come to pass
And though too strange to comprehend
They affect us nonetheless, yes
Once again a time of change
O the change makes music
And the children will dance
See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves
It feels just like a symphony to me,
With nothing left to chance
Just look over your shoulder
It's out of you hands
It's over for now
Leave behind what you can
You can always return
The rhythm remains unbroken
Unspoken but loud and clear
It's a slow vibration. Migration
Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer
Unsung song, how I long to play the changes
Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. Migration

We're rising as the sun retreats into the trees
Thinking of our destination as we start to leave
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, marching to the sea
Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea
Smiling from the gentle touches of the evening breeze
And no one is unhappy now and no one is fatigued
We're marching to the sea, marching to the sea
I'm a tired old man in a tired old land
Watching shadows moving across the sand
Now they move at night and I understand
That they cannot see more than they can stand
I have been deceived, I have been murdered
I have seen the soul of a unborn lamb
It can burn a hole in a guilty man
But it cannot stand in a foreign land
We have left our lamb, we have left our land
We have left behind all we understand
Now we must cry out, yes, we must demand
That children live in a land that's low
Where the holes are deeper than light can go
Let them have not pride but instead a soul

My love will sail this ship
through great storms and ice flows.
He is not afraid as I am,
he is not afraid.
And this is why he knows the way.
And this is why he knows the way.
He knows the way.
Oh my brothers and sisters, he is so kind,
despite the losses that have made us this sad.
Five blocks of sidewalk chalk he steers us clear of,
blue ice skaters and animals.
And this is why he knows the way.
And this is why he knows the way.
He knows the way.
All the birds of this neighborhood are leaving.

Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation

we found a cozy nest
we'll lay our paper heads
the water of your youth
rinsed from our callouses
we'll write our words in sand

On and on they journey southward
To the land of warmer summers
On the way they shed their feathers
For the poet's hand to write love letters
Flying high in straight formation
Seeking out their destination
Over seas and windswept forest
Frost and snow they're soon forgotten
Trees are bare snowflakes are falling
You can hear their leaders calling
Follow me fly strong my brother
Be strong of heart and help each other home
And here I am I'm just a man
And there you are among the stars flying high
Searching for a new tomorrow
I wish I could follow
Nearer still to new horizons
Chill winds blow so far behind them
Endless days and sleepless nights
A borrowed gift navigates their flight
Still and pure this morning air
So tired now but almost there
The mysteries of nature's calling

Exploring areas all wandering
Will always be enough for you
Your mind is filled all the smallest things
You've got an eye for details too
Know you've been waiting
On one thing that is true
Wherever you go are sensations new?
Know you've been running
But I've been running too
The only difference is you don't mind the waiting
I do
No need improving skills in having fun
It's all out there, just look around
Days slowly passing by but you won't mind
They can steal the show without a fight
Know you've been waiting
On one thing that is true
Wherever you go are sensations new?
Know you've been running
But I've been running too
The only difference is you don't mind the waiting
I do
Know you've been waiting
On one thing that is true
Wherever you go are sensations new?
Know you've been running
But I've been running too
The only difference is you don't mind the waiting

Pardon me but can i please just ask
a stupid question
what is living for. honestly im partially
comsumed by indirection
and i find im wanting more
metaphores and dinosaurs led to
this proclamation
you cant change history
until then lets just pretend
its good to be proactive
but im still dreaming just
becasue hopefully
somewhere somthing
is waiting for us
i will say it over and over
i dont care
what you beleive in
just hang out and be cool
when birds decide which way to fly
its not like its an issue
it happens naturally
just like then i tend to move on
similar migration
we can still agree
just as long as when you're
wrong nobody is afflicted
all your dreams come true
meet me i the street so i can
offer you a high five
cuz you're my friend and i know
you feel it too
you can follow me
to a final destination
whatever you need
to acheive your salvation
and quiet possibly we could
find a higher power
and finally we see the