Kaikoura

From the album "Broken Biscuits"

Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, going nowhere, all alone.
Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, like a doggie begging for a bone.
Begging for a dollar, begging for a dime,
Begging for another chance, to get it right this time,
And I’m begging for a way to get back home.

Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, all my money has long gone.
Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, friends and lovers have all moved on.
Moved on to a new fool - moved away from here.
Moved on to another beach where skies are always clear,
Now I only wish that I could move on home.

BREAK
You should have seen me way back when,
Everybody knew my name.
But that old roulette wheel goes round and round.
And I kept losing every game.

Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, all I wanted was to be free.
Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, like a dolphin lost at sea.
Lost and bewildered even lost my cell phone.
Lost all my dignity, everything I own,
Just hope that I ain’t lost my way back home.

Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, if you see me lying there,
Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, wouldn’t blame you if you don’t care.
Care about my bad luck, never seems to turn,
Care about the rising tide, and how the sun can burn.
Now I only care that I may get back home.

Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, never dreamed it would end this way.
Washed up on a beach in Kaikoura, tired of running forever and a day.
Running from the future, running from the past,
Running away from anything, ever thought might last,
Now I’m only running, to get back home.

Kaikoura is a small seaside town on the east coast of New Zealand’s South Island – famous for whale and dolphin watching. We went there a few years ago and had a great time. On leaving I noticed a middle-aged bum slumped in the otherwise affluent looking main street with a scribbled card sign saying, ‘Please help me get home.’ I didn’t ask where home was, somewhere there or another country, but I kept wondering.