Shoebox Island

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