Island in the Sun

They named it "The rock", land of the living dead A repose for the rich and famous And all the infamous would tell each other's lies Why did they want to tell the truth? (Sail away now...) On an island in the sun Cool Pacific winds blow Most were poets and they wrote in basic prose On the walls of their sunset Blvd. In their nine by five rooms, whose became inspired By the silence in sight of the city (Sail away now...) On the island in the sun Cool Pacific winds blow (Sail away now...) Just across the bay Battered by the waves (Sail away now...) On the island in the sun Cool Pacific winds blow (Sail away now...) Just across the bay Battered by the waves (Sail away now...) (Sail away now...) (Sail away now...) (Sail away now...) On an island in the sun Cool Pacific winds blow...