Portugal Or PEI

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 am 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 'til then, I'll be in the conga line A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, 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 archipelagos 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 Migmauw when I can And then Cavendish Do the dos-à-dos Where am 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 'til then, I'll be in the conga line A pub in Portugal or PEI, layin' low, 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 'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?) 'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?) 'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?) 'Til then, I'll be in the conga line (where'm I gonna go?) Where'm I gonna go?