The mountains of east county weren't the first place I'd have chose
To hunker down and spend our first years married I suppose
But fate and fortune spun the web and since we're versatile
We made a little life out here for a little while
From our little yellow house we take the dog and climb the hill
At the top is where the sky will open up and I stand still
Cause there's an island thirty miles out to sea and if it's clear
You can just make out her edges when you're standing over here
We go up and we come back down
And halfway through we reach the highest ground
And search the horizon through the haze
I think I see the island today
We bundle up most mornings cause that coastal fog rolls in
Crawling through the canyons and condensing on our skin
Some days we get lucky the island shows herself to us
And you never miss a chance to say you see her when she does
We go up and we come back down
And halfway through we reach the highest ground
And search the horizon through the haze
I think I see the island today
If heaven is just one day we relive eternally
I wouldn't pick our wedding or any anniversary
I'd want an arbitrary Thursday when the weather went our way
So every morning I could hear you say
I think I see it there
It's funny how a habit forms these rituals and rites
The holy little moments anchoring our lives
Like celebrating when you see an island breaking through
And making sure the person that you love has seen it too
We go up and we come back down
And halfway through we reach the highest ground
And search the horizon through the haze
I always hold my breath until you say
I think I see the island today