St. Peter’s Bay

Can we get the ocean to freeze over
Sandy banks of snow across the road
Keep the full moon high over your shoulder
But keep the puck low, we don't want to go looking for it
In the headlights' glow we played til frozen
Until the battery ran low
Until the call of home came calling
Calling across the air on the wires of woodsmoke

Oh, I miss you tonight in St. Peter's Bay
And I'll miss you in the morning
Still, we had a good skate, didn't we, babe?

I couldn't get the fire of my faith in us
Warm enough to comfort your cold feet
Every little crack in the ice seemed to be enough
To make you think you might go under
So stay to the shore, and wonder some more
Reconsider every direction
The ice out here's black, the only thing looking back is my own reflection

Oh, I miss you tonight in St. Peter's Bay
And I'll miss you in the morning
Still, we had a good skate, didn't we, babe?

And so tides will shift and ice will lift
And creeks will run again with their thundering
And no more I'll be an island, an island adrift
In an ocean of endless wondering

Oh, I miss you tonight in St. Peter's Bay
And I'll miss you in the morning
Still, we had a good skate, didn't we, babe? Didn't we?

Oh, I miss you tonight in St. Peter's Bay
And I'll miss you in the morning
Still, we had a good skate, didn't we, babe?