Caribbean Sunset - John Cale

She said no, she meant maybe

She said she wasn’t that type of girl

When she’d done wrong, she’d never admit it

And I had empty pockets to prove it

She was so much like a foreign language

That you’ve learned but never understood

She said words just didn’t matter

But when she needed them they always would

Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean

Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean Sunset

Caribbean, Caribbean Sunset

Caribbean, Caribbean Sunset

She’d rather sleep in the streets at night

Or she’d rather not sleep at all

She’s not so sure of her friends these days

Not sure of anything at all