In a place long forgotten, I washed ashore
Insatiably curious or was I just bored
Old photographs hanging on trees
Old poems are droplets on leaves
Like my old lovers who lie there in the shade
I thought this place would never change
But something is different
I noticed it when a feeling arose
Subtle as dust settling
One part, nostalgia, two parts, good grief
Free from a few old stories I used to believe
A few moments so tender the air smells sweet
On shoebox island, hmm
Shoebox island, hmm
Should a notion return me, if time allows
Can't let yesterday's borrow up too many nows
Took a lesson from roles I played
Left a pitcher of lemonade
For my old lovers who lie there in the shade
On shoebox island, hmm
Shoebox island, hmm
Island, hmm
