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?