Lyric

I am sitting in the sunshine

Trying to make my way

Through the news of the world

In a nutshell on a Sunday

It is a cloudy day despite

The Sunshine Café

And all kinds of people are walking by my window

Where’re they going anyway?

She is water in the desert, oh yeah

She is an island in the sea

And she is in her element

What could she really be?

I’ve been sitting in the Sunshine for an hour

And a Trenchtown girl pours my coffee

Like a midwinter flower

And my heart is beating in time

With the record player

When outside the sun returns

Like the answer to a prayer

She is a cat on a ledge

She is a bird in the air

She is in her element and

I see her everywhere

She is a flower blooming in a rock, yeah

She is fire in the cold

And she is in her element and

In a world of iron she is gold

She’s a cat on a ledge

She is a bird in the air

She is in her element

And I see her everywhere

La la la la la…