Island Maniacs
Riding sidesaddle by the western waves
Swimming in the water of a moonlit lake
Peering at the Perseids from your bedroom
Staying up all night and sleeping in 'til noon
We could ride the island road in circles all day
Stop and search for agates in the usual place
Or tumble through the tide to the empty stretch of beach
Where there's no one else around just the sand and sea
The way I feel about you I can't explain
Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day
Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year
I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear
Let's ride the Tommy Thompson through the Salish Sea
To the train car on the island by the old refinery
Or drive along the 20 and just see where it leads
Through the farms through the fields, counting all the snow geese
Later we can leave a trail out in the yard
Apples from a neighbors' nearby farm
Then spying through the window what do we see
A pair of baby fawns that were born this spring
The way I feel about you I can't explain
Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day
Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year
I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear
Swimming in the water of a moonlit lake
Peering at the Perseids from your bedroom
Staying up all night and sleeping in 'til noon
We could ride the island road in circles all day
Stop and search for agates in the usual place
Or tumble through the tide to the empty stretch of beach
Where there's no one else around just the sand and sea
The way I feel about you I can't explain
Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day
Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year
I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear
Let's ride the Tommy Thompson through the Salish Sea
To the train car on the island by the old refinery
Or drive along the 20 and just see where it leads
Through the farms through the fields, counting all the snow geese
Later we can leave a trail out in the yard
Apples from a neighbors' nearby farm
Then spying through the window what do we see
A pair of baby fawns that were born this spring
The way I feel about you I can't explain
Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day
Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year
I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear
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Writer(s): Serene Petersen
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