The Pig War

It's been so long that it seems Like I've never been to the San Juans Can we go soon? Girl slow down Girl slow down with me If we leave now we can catch the last boat out And that's the best one on this clear night Under pin-prick light The wind on the boat's deck Is a cold hand on the neck Or slipping into our cold bed It's been so long that it seems That I've never danced with anyone She moves so, she moves so well If we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light Drink a bottle of red wine, forgetting to tell time Just sit still, we've moved enough The wind on the boat's deck Is a cold hand on the neck Or slipping into our cold bed