Lyrics
A country road
A desert home
My wife, Sincere
Has left our home
She grew tired
Of barren land
And won't return
'Til life's regrown
Everyone's on their own island
Sending messages by bottle
A kingdom of
Aristocrats
Who live off of
The workers' backs
The emperor
Can reprimand
But his peasants
Won't understand
Everyone's on their own island
Sending messages by bottle
Let's build a bridge 'tween our islands
Let's make it big for our children
And if it falls to the expanse
Bottled memos can recommence
Everyone's on their own island
Sending messages by bottle