In a place long forgotten, I washed ashore Insatiably curious or was I just bored Old photographs hanging on trees Old poems are droplets on leaves Like my old lovers who lie there in the shade I thought this place would never change But something is different I noticed it when a feeling arose Subtle as dust settling One part, nostalgia, two parts, good grief Free from a few old stories I used to believe A few moments so tender the air smells sweet On shoebox island, hmm Shoebox island, hmm Should a notion return me, if time allows Can't let yesterday's borrow up too many nows Took a lesson from roles I played Left a pitcher of lemonade For my old lovers who lie there in the shade ♪ On shoebox island, hmm Shoebox island, hmm Island, hmm