The Pig War

It's been so long

That it seems like I've never

Been to the San Juans

Can we go soon

Girl slow down with me

If we leave now

We can catch the last boat out

And that's the best one

On this clear night

Under pin-prick light

The wind on the boat's deck

Is a cold hand on the neck

Or slipping into a cold bed

It's been so long

That it seems like I've never

Danced with anyone

She moves so well

If we go outside

We can take in a haze of

Roche Harbor light

And drink a bottle of red wine

Forgetting to tell time

Just sit still

We've moved enough