Lyrics

David Matthews
The Island Peach I'm riding it out-I'm riding around I'm riding a real slim chance-of riding it down I freeze in the heat -I sweat in the snow I'm weathering fast-just how fast-I don't know

I still believe I have a sense of wonder I still believe what some people say I can't believe how much it hurt As I watched The Island Peach sail away I talk up a storm-I talk to myself I talk to the gulls-I talk to the shore and
Every thing else
The sound has died-My hands turn blue There's nothing but a big old in waiting with nothing to do I'm foolish to stay-I can't let it be I'm still waiting on this dock With nothing but sea