A 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 ghosts 
Flying in the ocean 
Driving with their eyes close 

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 
And 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 you 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 lonely? 
How I still hang around here 
And there's nothing to hold me 

Every time, every year 
The travelers 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 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 hard sometimes 
Isn't it lonely? 
How I still hang around here 
And there's nothing to hold me