Thailand

Every fruit that ripens has exactly just 3 parts
And as the seeds, the juice, the flesh push down these narrow streets and cars
But you know that every other mango is filled with the tiny bits of snow
That make up every pretty lady that you know

And if they put the milk in here unbearably thin
And if they take it out well then you'll sup with the fishermen
You've got 3 pairs of the black and an assortment of the rest
But that won't put hair upon your chest

Think a little smaller and these beaches never end
The sun is always setting just a little further west
Follow it along and the story will be told
About the girl who chased the light never got old

How can time be passing if you never see the moon
Some people will fool themselves within the pearls of the lagoon
But you can't trade jewels for light or kaleidoscopes for sights
Sometimes closed eyes make the picturesque more bright

I wish the cameras of the world would fade to a purple puff of smoke
A vacation without a photograph is just an egg without a yoke
But the beans grow overnight from the ever present light
And the bean can match an egg bite for bite

So think a little longer about the crap you chose to grow
Remember all the mangos with their tiny bits of snow
And that lady will be waiting to walk with you hand in hand
Across the paradise that used to be this land