Tell your lovers when you're not listening Grab their wrists and give them a twisting On a sunny road in a warm Napeague I hope no one's listening as I sing to my turn Almost forgotten the sun on the silver tide I'm pretty happy that I videotaped my ride All we hear is wind Chirps of birds Rustle of my short sleeve shirt against my sunburn My baseball cap covering my too-long-for-summer hair Silence to a wisping turn Whispering a piercing word Nearing a nature Surprised we're barely aquaintanced Tell your lovers when you're not listening Grab their wrists and give them a twisting On a sunny road in a warm Napeague I hope no one's listening as I sing to my turn In a whispering wind and I hope no one's listening