it's been so long that it seems
like i've never been to the san juans
can we go soon?
girl slow down
girl slow down with me

if we leave now we can catch the last boat out
and that's the best one on this clear night
under pin-pricked lights

the wind on the boat's deck is a cold hand on her neck
we're slipping into our cold bed

it's been so long that it seems
that i've never danced with anyone
she moves so
she moves so well

if we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light
drink a bottle of red wine
forgetting to tell time
just sit still
we've moved enough

the wind on the boat's deck is a cold hand on her neck
we're slipping into our cold bed