in the shadow of the island across the bay   i see a boat move, i see it all the way   from over here   looking up, from my book   looking out over the water   it's no wonder   that i am sick and lonely   when i live   afraid of my own company         no sailing today on the lake   so smooth, like metal, like gray   i could disappear in to the water   if only i wasn't so afraid   bird feeder, outside the window   there are bees drowning   it's no wonder   that i am sick and lonely   when i live   afraid of my company         go away.         i can see the sun on the trees   up the mountain   but you wouldn't know   that it was summer   except for those birds   that are fighting   and those bees   that are drowning   and that girl   who is crying   it's no wonder   that i am sick and lonely   when i live   afraid of my own company.         go away.