Through

the

al-

ley-

ways

To

cool

off

in

the

sha-

dows,

Then

in-

to

the

street

Fo-

llo-

wing

the

wa-

ter.

There's

a

bear-

ded

man

Pad-

dling

in

his

ca-

noe,

Looks

as

if

he

has

Come

all

the

way

from

the

Cay-

man

I-

slands.

These

ca-

nals,

it

seems,

They

all

go

in

cir-

cles,

Pla-

ces

look

the

same,

And

we're

the

on-

ly

diffe-

rence.

The

wind

is

in

your

hair,

It's

co-

ve-

ring

my

view.

I'm

hol-

ding

on

to

you,

On

a

bike

we've

hired

un-

til

to-

mor-

row.

If

on-

ly

they

could

see,

If

on-

ly

they

had

been

here,

They

would

un-

der-

stand,

How

some-

one

could

have

cho-

sen

To

go

the

length

I've

gone,

To

spend

just

one

day

ri-

ding.

Hol-

ding

on

to

you,

I

ne-

ver

thought

it

would

be

this

clear.