A birthday is always a good time for maudlin self-reflection and nostalgic longing, isn't it? #TheIsland #singersongwriter #faketrumpet

The boy with the chip on his shoulder The earring he might have had in I last saw him down at The Island Just staring I guess I was staring back at him Down at The Island with him

The girl with the black ribbon choker The one with the ruby red stone When the lights all came up at The Island We were dancing Or was I standing on my own? Down at The Island Alone

I wonder what they're doing I wonder where they are It's not a sing for asking For doing any more Perhaps they're pushing daisies Perhaps they're writing songs In our respective bedrooms Rehearsing each other's wrongs

Twenty years pass as was promised The Island's a banquetting hall And the boy with the chip on his shoulder's a man But he aint coming No I don't think he's coming any more Down to The Island by the mall

As for the rest well I shudder I'd rather not ask around now Some truth's are best undiscovered Just memories, and worries, and flaws Down at The Island No more