One day I woke up feeling like a pile of expired food (that is, not so good). As I awkwardly crept out of bed and attempted to make it throughout the day, I started to fantasize on how things would probably be better if I where somewhere in the Bahamas. Then it occured to me that it would probably not change anything (except maybe for the first 5 minutes, just for the exotic factor). The good news is, if we take the time to "deal with ourselves", then no matter what the surrounding or the situation, it's all good (really, it *is* all good). The songs starts slowly, but later it rocks out (always wait before rocking out, I hear).