Tennis - Marathon

Coconut Grove
is a very small cove
separated from the sea
by a shifting shoal.
We didn't realize that
we had arrived
at high tide, high tide,
barely made it out alive, oh.

Red over white,
fishermen working at night.
Not even once,
did we see a light.
We didn't realize
the forecast had been revised
by moonless skies and
shifty wind that gusts and dies, oh
on the sand our keel is heaving,
but tonight we've got to be leaving.
Travel through the day and into the evening.
Oh, oh woah oh, oh oh woah oh

Marathon how long we've been gone,
and still not yet set foot upon you.
Marathon how long we've been gone,
and still not yet set foot upon you.

Your low lying shore opens welcomingly
to one who's spent the night at sea.
Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose
adorn with coral, your bright colors show,
ushered in through a bridge that is never closed.
Oh, oh woah oh, oh oh woah oh