Heart Like an Orange

In his cold little town
There's no singing allowed
No one smiles much and no one makes
Out and no one smokes down
He had a click in his knee
And a sore in his mouth
Had a couple of girls
But nothing so great to keep him around

So from up on the tundra, he wandered down
Like a stray cat running from the snow
Took his motoring boots off
And breathed the air

Tried to live on the beach and
Was seared by the sun
Back on the farm, his folks
Were up in arms crying, "our baby's a bum!"
But them Florida girls kept him at ease
Ginger and Rose and Jasmine and all
The other smells on the breeze

Up from the marshes, she came to him
Like a flip-flop floatin' on a wave
Like a hummingbird flying across the sea

If you lose a wingbeat when
You're over that sea
You'll be swallowed by the drink
You'll sink and you'll sink
You'll sink, you'll see

But up in her room smells like sweet cinnamon
Cedar and sage and incense and smoke
Where few men had been
He's lost and he's gone
Got a heart like an orange
He's lost and he's gone
Got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange