How's it so, you describe, all the things that we might do someday?
And who's to know the truth, that what you do is never what you say
Hobsons Choice, enjoy the thrill, going out, but you don't even care
When all the pa**ion's gone, you can sit and choose which dress to wear
Here we are stranded, where is love to land
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it's not the way we planned
On our island, lost at sea
Cote d'azur, St Tropez, Hollywood or Monte Carlo Bay
When all is said and done, love is rich, but wealth's second to none
Heart and soul, you decide, far off places, you might need to go
A million miles away, in search of something you already know
Here we are stranded, where is love to land
When I can fear the world in me?
So here we are stranded, it's not the way we planned
On our island, lost at sea
On a mountainside, let the memories fly, and feel this washed away
We can question why, will our love survive, one more, lonely, long Summers' day?
Are we right or wrong, to wait so long, when it's our ship docked in the bay?
Should we sail or stay?
Was it over anyway?
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Written by Glen Wisbey and Ross Carter
©2001 Blue October / A Different Drum All rights reserved
Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission