There's a certain quiet like a Sunday morning drive
Like a distant tower blinking in a smooth night sky
Like the final chord ringing from a baby grand
Like the moment when he first met Mary-Anne
There's a certain color like a slow September sunrise
Like a southern ocean softly touched by moonlight
Like the perfect shell smiling up from the sand
Like the blood in his veins when he first kissed Mary-Anne
He felt a certain peace like a house by the sea
As he took her hand
Like such a lucky man
To share the love song with Mary-Anne
There's a certain power like a river rushing free
Like an ancient lighthouse guarding over the sea
Like a midnight train speeding over land
Like his heartbeat the day he married Mary-Anne