Siesta, Florida where have you gone
I hear you calling me to come back home
Hearing the sound of southern pride
I hear your sea gulls and ocean's tide
Sharks swim nearby, they're not few
Fins and teeth search with their poor view
The sea breeze feels a bit icy-hot
More than 20,000 leagues under is what they've got
The sand is diamonds sparkling in the sun
Mesmerizing the inhabitants like a trance
Creating a beautiful, angelic dance
