Couple of young girls went
Sailing down A1A
Into the arms of Florida
Sailing down a highway

Singing their heads off
Protected by the Holy Ghost
Flying in from the ocean
Driving with their eyes closed

The night wants to kiss you
Deep and be on his way
Pretend he don't know you
The very next day

Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
And there's nothing to hold me

You slide down into the seat
From twelve hours on your feet
Get the tide to wash you away
For thousands and thousands of days

And someone you never meet
Signs a check you get every week
You try and still can't forget
All the strangers that you have met
The night never owed you
Nothing anyway
Makes promises that he never
Intends to keep every day

Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
And there's nothing to hold me

Every time, every year
The travellers come and go
You see them landing with their pale wings
And flying back to the snow

And the summer comes marching in
With his heavy boots on
Kicking along the blacktop
Sidewalks of A1A

The young girls in their bare feet
Cigarettes smoking
Looking every which way
Wishing and a hoping

And you want the night just to let you sleep
And be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets
And have nothing to say
Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
And there's nothing to hold me

Isn't it hard sometimes?
Isn't it lonely?
How I still hang around here
And there's nothing to hold me