#40 THIRD BANANA DAIQUIRI
#40 THIRD BANANA DAIQUIRI
(Americana)
It's a sweet drink on a table,
I'm a sad girl on vacation.
Tropical, far-flung, romantic.
Beach cabana, dark thoughts, pale rum.
Should be with my man, he's somewhere,
Should be enchanted, but I'm not.
Should know what to do, but I don't,
Should have some doubts, but not a lot.
Maybe just liquor and jet lag,
Feel the breeze, take another sip.
Sad back at home, thought I could
Fix things with a perfect trip.
Now I'm in a strange musical,
Singing an out-of-tune song.
Trapped in a faded postcard,
Beach, palms, sunset, all wrong.
Life is a path: start on our way,
Believed I was just pretty, lost my way
I left the right path for me.
And the person I might be.
What got me thinking? Drinking
My third banana Daiquiri.
All my mistakes poured out,
Built up over countless days.
I find men who love me, but
Only when and if I behave.
After college I chose,
Big bucks, prestige, brass ring.
But I was a music major,
Taught children to sing.
Sun set, my glass empty,
Doubts and worries still plenty.
But answers not out of reach,
Why so blue before the beach.
Spent my pretty, ignored the cost,
Racing forward, completely lost.
Piano teacher, true words she'd choose,
I now remember after all this booze
Mrs. Parker always knew me, said
"Mandy, you're more than just pretty."
Life is a path: start on our way,
Believed I was just pretty, lost my way
I left the right path for me.
And the person I could be.
What got me thinking? Drinking
My third banana Daiquiri.
Here I am, new apartment,
No man, teaching singing,
Know who I am, where I go.
Back on a path that's right,
Got a nudge from one tropical night.