I guess that I was born With that nomad gene There's very little of this planet That I have not seen Everybody's on a soapbox Influencers and phones TikTok Tommy Rock 'round the clock But I'm still thinkin' Rolling Stones So, where'm I gonna go When the volcanos blow? Everybody's askin' All the time Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay Or a beach bar near Sagres I'm sure I'll find a way Till then, I'll be in the conga line A pub in Portugal or PEI Layin' low or stayin' high I've got my good friends close And trouble far away Music on a beach Called "Singin' Sand" No big deal, no master plan We'll be all right, come Monday I'll hopscotch 'cross the ocean On friendly archipelago Where women sing to Gaia And the marijuana grows I'm thinkin' Garden of the Gulf Where the Portuguese fished long ago Speak a little Mi'kmaq when I can And in Cavendish Do the do-si-do Where'm I gonna go When the volcanos blow? Everybody's askin' All the time Contemplatin' Malpeque Bay Or a beach bar near Sagres I'm sure I'll find a way Till then, I'll be in the conga line A pub in Portugal or PEI Layin' low or stayin' high I've got my good friends close And trouble far away Music on a beach Called "Singin' Sand" No big deal, no master plan We'll be all right, come Monday Everybody's on a soapbox And there's way too many phones Everybody's playin' TikTok Tommy Rock And I still love the Rolling Stones Life is always better When you add a little island A lot of oysters, love and wine Maybe a pub on PEI With somebody singin' in Portuguese On the sandbar, feel the ocean breeze Right now, that sounds real good to me I really like those possibilities Till then, I'll be in the conga line Where'm I gonna go? Till then, I'll be in the conga line Where'm I gonna go? Till then, I'll be in the conga line Where'm I gonna go? Till then, I'll be in the conga line Where'm I gonna go? Where'm I gonna go?