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