Sitting on the boat as the sun goes down,
no lights on the docks, no lights from town,
man, I could use two or three or more of these,
watching constellations come up, Orion and Pleiades.

Hand in hand on the front deck,
I lean over and kiss your neck,
feel the goosebumps, on you rise,
I love you, you're my ultimate prize.

Shooting stars, on a new moon night,
the darkness is deep, but not filled with fright,
its filled with love, passion, and astronomy,
the perfect date, this is the epitome.

Little waves rock, the Blue Wave boat,
it is our castle the lake is our moat,
the smell of leaf smoke on the October breeze,
the last trip of fall, before winter's freeze.

Hand in hand on the front deck,
I lean over and kiss your neck,
feel the goosebumps, on you rise,
I love you, you're my ultimate prize.