| Cayman Islands |
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| 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 all 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 |
