It's been so long
That it seems like I've never
Been to the San Juans
Can we go soon?
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-prick light
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The wind on the boat's deck
Is a cold hand on the neck
Or slipping into a cold bed
It's been so long
That it seems like I've never
Danced with anyone
She moves so well
If we go outside
We can take in a haze of
Roche Harbor light
And drink a bottle of red wine
Forgetting to tell time
Just sit still
We've moved enough
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The wind on the boat's deck
Is a cold hand on the neck
Or slipping into a cold bed