Cayman Islands - Bart Davenport

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