He grew up in what he called normal
As normal as normal can be
In a time and a place of mass confusion
In a lost society

Till the day he saw a picture of the Island
That's when the breeze blew in a sweet song
A place that he'd never even imagined
Yet a place that he knew he belonged

One bag was all that he needed
He gave away all of the rest
To some young conservative
Who in all likelihood never could guess

That it's all about the Island
A paradise within itself
Where there's no need for conversation
When there's no need for anything else

Yes, life for him now on the Island
Is what this life is all about
With all the city noise and man made toys
Things became to hard to figure out

He's been here longer than he can remember
Nothing for him now is the same
What was important to him way back then
Is nothing more than a memory away

Because life now is all about the Island
A paradise within itself
Where there's no longer the hustle and bustle
Only the lapping of waves and nothing else