A song about Tarpon season in Boca Grande, Florida

Why are the fish in the ocean so blue
and why does the dirt hold our feet just like glue
that’s what newton said; he was that apple guy
Why do the shimmering kitchen sinks rust, and why are we hurt by the people we trust
Why are Christmas trees lit up like a million multi-colored stars
but only in December

Oh I know we can’t go back home but
Why can’t we just call this home

Why are the clouds everything everywhere and
why does the sunset remind us of there and
why can’t we go back and why can’t we have that and why aren’t we there yet and how might we live best if everything’s shitty okay not shitty per se, but monetarily disadvantaged.
Why is the best we can give not enough if the kitchen sink’s clogged we can swim with the cups if the dog wont stop barking we’ll all yip yip yip til the police come.

Oh I know we can’t go back home but
Why can’t we just call this home
Oh I know we can’t go back home but
why can’t I just call you home my love.

Why are the fish in the ocean so blue
could it be there are plenty but none of them you.