kinakeet island

hang on parade. catching up again

where's the feeling we knew then

so we pick up

with empty cup

in dreaming we thrive

as we doze alone

and cradle stone

am i alive?

and all is fine on kinakeet island

where they dance and sing

lament the brave

ghost rider the waves are rolling thin

bang on parade. a magic place will wait

so we shop the streets

so indiscreet

our eyes sedate

so we pick up with empty cup

and march along

as nostalgia plays from the tower waves

the ghost of a song.and all is fine on kinakeet island

where they dance and sing

lament the brave

ghost rider the waves are rolling thin

we're on our way to kinakeet island

lament the brave

we're in the band.we're in the band. horizon bound. forever

horizon bound

we're in the band.we're in the band

drawing lines in the sand

living our lives hand to hand.on a warm night

in my mind

ferry ride.