Riding sidesaddle by the western waves Swimming in the water of a moonlit lake Peering at the Perseids from your bedroom Staying up all night and sleeping in 'til noon We could ride the island road in circles all day Stop and search for agates in the usual place Or tumble through the tide to the empty stretch of beach Where there's no one else around just the sand and sea The way I feel about you I can't explain Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear Let's ride the Tommy Thompson through the Salish Sea To the train car on the island by the old refinery Or drive along the 20 and just see where it leads Through the farms through the fields, counting all the snow geese Later we can leave a trail out in the yard Apples from a neighbors' nearby farm Then spying through the window what do we see A pair of baby fawns that were born this spring The way I feel about you I can't explain Between the mystery and the magic and the day to day Getting stranger by the minute getting weirder by the year I'm just happy counting grains of sand with you dear