Through the alleyways

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 


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