B3/7: Love on The Island (Broadway). ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00278

The mountain bells were ringing The morning he walked away No more robes, no more temple walls No more hiding from the day I came to find him one last time To see him leave that life behind He smiled at me, I smiled at him Neither knew what we would find I thought the road was opening I thought I could begin again You had the whole world waiting I only knew I had a friend. Down to the water, Out to the bay, Two tired hearts On their way. The summer wind was warm and bright. We thought we'd simply make it home that night. Fog on the water! Horn in the night! Hold to the railing Something's not right! The ship came out of the fog! Hold on! The deck gave way And we were falling! I heard you calling through the foam. I saw your hand, I pulled you close. The water swallowed everything But I would not let you go! You found me in the darkness. You carried me through the waves. The world had disappeared around us But I knew that I could save you. No money, No future, No dreams to defend. Just one beating heart Trying to save another heart. By morning we were somewhere No map could tell us where. An offshore island, rain washed and still, With nothing but the sea and the hills. We spent the night beside each other, Too tired to say what we both knew. Something real had started growing. Something fragile. Something true. We walked the beach at early dawn, Two lines of footprints side by side. The storm had passed, the sea was calm, And there was nowhere left to hide. For one brief morning, Nothing stood between us. For one brief morning, I could almost believe. I watched you sleep beneath the rain, Your hand still resting close to mine. I knew the answer in my heart— But I knew the answer wasn't mine. I was eighteen with nothing left, A dream I'd broken in my hands. I couldn't ask you to build a life On promises I couldn't stand. I wasn't ready. I wasn't whole. I had a future still to make. And loving you without a future Was more than either heart could take. I knew you'd leave. I saw it coming. Still, I held you all the same. So I wrote the words I could not say. “This is goodbye—not out of spite. I wish I could remain tonight. But chasing dreams means losing light. I have to find my way. I cannot ask you to wait for me. I cannot promise what I cannot be. You gave me more than I can say. But I must walk away.

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