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 passion`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?