The Equator

It's just a big ole magnet that cuts the world in half|And it's pulling my spirit to the middle of the map|The mode of transportation don't matter to me, no|As long as its destination is latitude zero||CHORUS|Yeah even the birds are smart enough to know|Where to go when the weather gets colder|Why not make it sooner than later|What you say we get closer to the equator|You can have a little fruit stand sitting on the bay|I'll front a little blues band to make a little pay|Costa Rica, The Keys, or Anitgua they'd all be fine|As long we're in the vicinity of that feel good line||CHORUS|Set down your reservations, I'll pick up the anchor|Just pour out your worries darling, I'll pour out the J'ger|Set down your reservations, I'll pick up the anchor||Just pour out your worries darling, I'll pour out the J'ger|CHORUS