Wellington

After three months on the road

I flew to Wellington, New Zealand

strung out and stuck in

a hole that I’d been diggin’



Down on Cuba Street

with no worries on my mind

trying to get a hold of

the strongest thing I could find



in Wellington, oh yeah

you got the best of me

and if I don’t wake up tomorrow

won't you bury me in Wellington



The sun was slowly fading

like a fire in the rain

I couldn’t stop the burning

I had in my veins



The flower of the poppy

I followed with my nose

I searched the whole town over

sweating through my clothes



in Wellington, oh yeah

you got the best of me

and if I don’t wake up tomorrow

won't you bury me in Wellington



But then, I met a stranger

bought what he had for sale

he put my hands in cuffs

and said, “son, you’re going to jail"



we walked towards a squad car

as he read my rights to me

looks like I better call up

the U.S. Embassy



Wellington, oh yeah

you got the best of me

and if I don’t wake up tomorrow

won't you bury me in Wellington





Oh, judge, is there nothing I can say

to save my skin and set me free today

Please judge, let me go back home

but if I must stay, will you make sure sweet opium

takes me far away



I miss my friends and family

but I’m nowhere near them now

locked up in the south Pacific

in a jail somewhere downtown



You’ve been a friendly Island to me

since I stepped upon your shore

if i ever leave a free man

won’t be coming back for more, to



Wellington, oh yeah

you got the best of me

and if I don’t wake up tomorrow

won't you bury me in Wellington