Cayman Islands

And we're the only difference

It's covering my view
The wind is in your hair
To go the length I've gone
If only they could see

Holding on to you
Come all the way from the Cayman Islands
To spend just one day riding
Paddling in his canoe
Places look the same
They would understand
They all go in circles

How someone could have chosen
Looks as if he has

Following the water
These canals, it seems
If only they had been here

There's a bearded man
Then into the street
I'm holding on to you
On a bike we've hired until tomorrow