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?