Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves, 就像一个空瓶子冲上逐浪，

Like an old schooner slippin' slowly to it's grave, 像一个老帆船跌到慢慢到它的坟墓，

Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time, 像老水手的鬼魂在时间的某个地方被抓，

Like a lone palm watch the world unwind... 就像一个孤独的手掌看世界放松...

   

Nowhere to go and nowhere to be, 无处可去，无处可，

"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me, “千里查理”凳子上我旁边，

Readin' his book bout the "have" and "have-nots," 看书就要他的著作回合的“有”与“穷国”

In between chapters we take another shot. 在章节之间，我们拍摄。

And one by one we slide from reality, 一个接一个，我们从实际出发滑动，

With nowhere to go, and no where to be... 无处可去，也没有地方是...

   

There's jerk chicken grillin' on the grill. 有在烤架上挺举鸡grillin “ 。

Sure feels good for some time to be still. 当然感觉很好了一段时间到现在还。

Even if its only for a little while. 即使它只是一小会儿。

Sight of the sails in the wind makes me smile. 在风的帆的视线让我微笑。

   

Days turn into night, 天变成夜晚，

When you're stuck in still life. 当你停留在静物。

   

And you got nowhere to go and nowhere to be, 而你无处可去，无处可，

"Trinidad Charlie" on a stool next to me, “千里查理”凳子上我旁边，

Readin' his book bout the "have" and "have-nots," 看书就要他的著作回合的“有”与“穷国”

In between chapters we take another shot. 在章节之间，我们拍摄。

And one by one we slide from reality, 一个接一个，我们从实际出发滑动，

With nowhere to go, and no where to be... 无处可去，也没有地方是...