Cayman Islands - Bart Davenport

Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows

Then into the street following the water

There's a bearded man paddling in his canoe

Looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman Islands

These canals it seems they all go in circles

Places look the same and we're the only difference

The wind is in your hair it's covering my view

I'm holding on to you on a bike we've hired until tomorrow

If only they could see if only they had been here

They would understand how someone could have chosen

To go the length I've gone to spend just one day riding

Holding on to you I never thought it would be this clear