How's it so, you describe,    All the things that we might do someday?    And who's to know the truth    That what you do is never what you say    Hobsons Choice, enjoy the thrill    Going out, but you don't even care    When all the passion's gone    You can sit and choose which dress to wear       Here we are stranded, where is love to land    When I can fear the world in me?    So here we are stranded, it's not the way we planned    On our island, lost at sea       Cote d'azur, St. Tropez    Hollywood or Monte Carlo Bay    When all is said and done    Love is rich, but wealth's second to none    Heart and soul, you decide    Far off places, you might need to go    A million miles away    In search of something you already know       Here we are stranded, where is love to land    When I can fear the world in me?    So here we are stranded, it's not the way we planned    On our island, lost at sea       On a mountainside, let the memories fly    And feel this washed away    We can question why, will our love survive    One more, lonely, long Summers day?    Are we right or wrong, to wait so long    When it's our ship docked in the bay?    Should we sail or stay?    Was it over anyway?