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(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984) Only a moment too late I came out screaming, "There's gold! Gold, Naomi!" I wasn't thinking how great a tragedy you had known . . . no, Naomi. But I know in your eyes you see me as no Robin Hood . . . you were surprised. I found you kneeling in light, far from the shadows I knew . . . you, Naomi. I thought it rare that you cried, but with the gifts and the room "To Naomi." And then you raised your eyes and said, "Riches are not Hollywood." I realized - you had taken the fall from cherries and wine faster than you could crawl to get back in line. And you have come here to write your letter of doom . . . Yes, it's hard to read in the light of the Caribbean moon. I am still young in my life, but I have seen what unfolds, Gold Naomi. "And what might that be, my young writer?" I hear the whispers you throw. Oh, Naomi. Well, I know in your eyes you see me as no Robin Hood. Now, I'm not surprised that - you had taken the fall from cherries and wine faster than you could crawl to get back in line. (inst.) Kind of a drag that you fight my every heartbeat for you - you, Naomi. Either I'm wrong or I'm right to give you all that I do. Choose, Naomi. Well, I know in your eyes Her Island is no Hollywood. I realize - you had taken the fall from cherries and wine faster than you could crawl to get back in line. And you have come here to write your letter of doom . . . Yes, it's hard to read in the light of the Caribbean moon. (repeat) Aus Songtexte Mania