Cayman Islands

Through the alleyways

To cool off in the shadows

Then into the street

Following the water

There's a bearded man

Paddling in his canoe

Looks as if he has

Come all the way from the Cayman Islands

These canals, it seems

They'll go in circles

Places look the same

And we're the only difference

The wind is in your hair

It's covering my view

I'm holding on to you

On a bike we've hired until tomorrow

If only they could see

If only they had been here

They would understand

How someone could have chosen

To go the length I've gone

To spend just one day riding

Holding on to you

I never thought it would be this clear