Slowly

There's a woman in a lobster boat
The sun goes down
And she's watching the shoreline
An eye on the prow
And she's loved two men
And lived by the sea
I never knew her life like I should have, the ways it could be
The lighthouse cut through the fog
The tides going out
Now we'll share June 2nd
And all the space we're allowed

So I'll keep the Maine coast in my mind
And head to the city
I'll lose track of myself
Then try to find my way out

Love moves slow, slowly, mmmmm
Living alone, lonely, mmmmmm
Take my Solara and run it dry, mmmm
Off of the road til it's empty, mmmm

There's a woman at the trail line
She's running through the trees
And she'll whisper to leaves as she's running free
And she's waiting at the borderline
She's taking everything in time
Let's face it I just can't decide
If I leave it all behind

Love moves slow, slowly, mmmmm
Living alone, lonely, mmmmmm
Take my Solara and run it dry, mmmm
Off of the road til it's empty, mmmm