Where do I go, when it's all blown over, Where do I start when it's all gone to the dogs, I am not bitter, I'm just trying to recover, from my island of loneliness. Where do I hide, from the careless words you speak, I'm not immune, I just want to see beyond, beyond my island of loneliness. So what should I say, I hear the cannons fire in the distance, is there a place for the tide to change my heart, stop wasting time, collecting lines of girls, wake up out of it in my arms, out of your island of loneliness.