Cayman Islands

Through the alleyways To cool off in the shadows Then into the street Following the water There's a bearded man Paddling in his canoe Looks as if he has Come all the way from the Cayman Islands These canals, it seems They all go in circles Places look the same And we're the only difference The wind is in your hair It's covering my view I'm holding on to you On a bike we've hired until tomorrow If only they could see If only they had been here They would understand How someone could have chosen To go the length I've gone To spend just one day riding Holding on to you I never thought it would be this clear --- Cayman Islands - Kings of Convenience