In a bar in Key Biscayne I met
A man who was my brother
Though we didn't look or talk or act or sound like one another.
A mirror-image likeness - opposite in every way.
As we shared our fears and poured our beers
I listened to him say,

"It really does amaze me, how casual you are.
You drift through life, with wits and knife
And yet you've come so far."

I admitted right back to him, I was as 'mazed as he.
A silver tongue, a silver ring and silver by Degree.
"You make it look so easy." He laughed and shook his head.
"If I didn't, let me tell ya, boy, I'd be long since dead."

It seems his mama raised him, just like mine never did,
Your only wealth's to trust yourself and keep that real self hid.
For all of his refinements, there was sadness in his eyes,
So I offered him a 'rangement, void of loopholes and of lies.

"We all have our little secrets, our superstitious fears
The things we're sure no one can cure, that will bring down our careers.
But what if we just traded, I'll take yours and you take mine,
'Cause you ain't afraid of big words and I ain't afraid of flyin'."

He stared at me a moment and thought on it awhile
And though he didn't say a word, I swore I saw him smile.
He seemed to see me different than those he'd known before,
He said, "I'll think about it," as he headed for the door.

Well there I was the next day at that bar in Key Biscayne,
Shootin' back tequila and hidin' from the rain.
When a man came in from outside and approached me silently,
He poured himself a small shot, sat down and spoke to me.

"We all have our little secrets, our superstitious fears
The things we're sure no one can cure, that will bring down our careers.
But what if we just traded, I'll take yours and you take mine,
'Cause I'm not afraid of big words and you're not afraid of flyin'."