Washington folk rockers.
We're Camp F.I.R.E. junkies making music for our friends.
Lyrics
“No man is an island”, they say
I guess they’re probably right
In the middle of the deep blue sea
Hope is getting hard to find
I just found it hard to wait for you
If you look out across the water
As far as your eyes can see
It’s my hope, just maybe
You’ll catch a glimpse of me
If you float out across the blue
I promise I’ll throw some rope to you
Maybe I’m a place you’ve never been
Your sail is catching the east wind
Keep drifting until the
Cartography isn’t your strong suit
So use your gut feeling to show you the way
I found it hard to wait for you
If you look out across the water
The faintest part of the sea
It’s my hope, just maybe
You’ll catch a glimpse of me
If you float out across the blue
I promise I’ll throw some rope to you
I just hope, girl, you get here soon
I’m counting the stars
Lining the moon
Counting the days ‘til you get marooned
With me...
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