Capo III Fret I'm packing up my Coppertone and RayBans Heading out to the edge of dry land I was down there just last spring During tourist season Gotta get back there again But for a different reason It ain't the sailboats, out on the water It ain't the taste of the Pina Coloads It ain't the fishin', that I've been missin' Not the island sand, or the ocean view I'm coming back for you Repeat Intro: We're going out of our minds in the moonlight Tanned bodies, tangled all up; all night I remember that gentle breeze Playing with your long hair And how you said you'd wait for me By the morning, I'll be there Repeat Chorus