Tanned bodies
Scorched faces
In the Pacific Sun
In search of a palm shade
A balm for our bodies

On a tandem
At 60-miles-an-hour
Against the Tropical cyclone
Whipping our faces
In search of a palm haven
A balm for our weary soul

Here we found
A shelter
In the times of El Nino and cyclone
A haven of rest
Safe and secure
Warm and filled
From the meat and juice
Of the coconut palm trees