Opium Tea

Here I sleep the morning through



Till the wail of the call to prayer awakes me



And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow



The day wherever it takes me



I stand at the window and I look at the sea



And I am what I am and what will be will be



I stand at the window and I look at the sea



Then I make me a pot of opium tea



Down at the port I watch the boats come in



Oh, watch the boats come in can do something to you



And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand



And I toss them a dirham or two



Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me



'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be



I wonder if my kids are thinking of me



And I smile and I sip my opium tea



At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts



And the shapes of hooded men who pass me



And the mad moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs



The strange luck that fate has cast me



Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily



That he is what he is and what will be will be



Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily



And I sit and I drink up my opium tea



I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home



There is nothing here to win or lose



There are no choices needed to be made at all



Not even the choice of having to choose



Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes but I'm also free



'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be



I'm a prisoner here, yeah but I'm also free



And I smile and I sip my opium tea