And then we all bought yachts and raced up to the islands. Moored them at the docks leading up to our cabins. We raced up just to slow down, and we drank some, yeah we always do sunglasses to the water Our girls were looking so good Hey, please pass that dish, and refill my glass, take off the sunglasses, The sun set— take in the twilight. And it was getting cold. This bay’s got stories that we don’t know and we’ll be one of them.