It's been so long that it seems
Like I've never been to the San Juans
Can we go soon?

Girl slow down
Girl slow down with me


If we leave now we can catch the last boat out
And that's the best one on this clear night
Under pin pricked lights


The wind on the boat's deck is a cold hand on her neck
We're slipping into our cold bed


It's been so long that it seems
That I've never danced with anyone

Shes moves so
She moves so well


If we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light
Drink a bottle of red wine
Forgetting to tell time

Just sit stilll
We've moved enough


The wind on the boat's deck is a cold hand on her neck
We're slipping into our cold beds