out on the islandnthe natives taught menabout their strange godntheir carver? ritualsnand they showed me their mellow musicnI felt so different, but kinda the samennI had no timenI had to go, had to finishnmy race around the earthnand for one shining minutenwell, all was okaynthey had this way of singingnand night turned into daynnI met a girl who ran awaynfar as she could from the USAnI asked her, Why?nshe said Debts I couldn't pay,nas long as they don't find me, I'm doing okay.nwe climbed trees, we slept on beachesnwe told stories of the land and the seanand for one shining minute, nwhen she looked away,nI fell in love forevernand night turned into dayn