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.