It's been so long that it seems   Like I've never been to the San Juans   Can we go soon? Girl slow down   Girl slow down with me      If we leave now we can catch the last boat out   And that's the best one on this clear night   Under pin-prick light      The wind on the boat's deck   Is a cold hand on the neck   Or slipping into our cold bed      It's been so long that it seems   That I've never danced with anyone   She moves so, she moves so well      If we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light   Drink a bottle of red wine, forgetting to tell time   Just sit still, we've moved enough      The wind on the boat's deck   Is a cold hand on the neck   Or slipping into our cold bed