© Dee Lee
I went out to the island to spend some time alone.
Just me and my old friends the trees, a place to search my soul.
Wasn’t looking for a lover wasn’t looking for a friend,
Just tired of running in the human race, and I need some time to mend.
A wise old young man told me home is were the heart abides,
So he built himself a cabin there, nestled in the woods,
Just to touch the Northern lights.
Don’t it feel like we spend our time looking,
Looking for a place to call our own?
Don’t it seem like we spend our lives dreaming,
Dreaming that it’s waiting down the road?
So I went out to the island, feel the sand between my toes.
A young old couple told me, “When you leave the nest son,
You never can go home.”
Didn’t know what I would find there between the water and the sky,
Guess the biggest part of living is just to keep on moving,
Without ever knowing why, without ever knowing why.
Everybody needs an island and everybody needs a home.
A place to play your music and a space between the notes.
So I’m standing on the ferry, watch the bay fill up with rain.
I think I left my heart there,
Guess I’ll pass this way again, guess I’ll pass this way again.