Written by Matt Quinton
Drums/percussion: Kevin Soffera
Bass: Kjell Benner
Hammond Organ: Chris Thomas
Guitars/vocals: Matt Quinton
Extra vocals: Kyle Quinton

well it’s, 85… in the shade
looks like another perfect day
the sun is shinin’, this breeze is great
sure beats the winter chill in Green Bay

it’s time… to crank the music,
no one really wants to hear you sing
and it’s time… to crack a cold one…
raise it up and forget everything
nothing like ridin’ with the wind through your hair,
hop on in to the captain’s chair, and let’s…

(chorus) 
ride… out to my private island.
tropical scenery everywhere to keep you smilin’
all aboard that’s coming aboard,
leave all your worries behind on the shore

I found… this little place
in the middle of nowhere one day
looked around… said: “this is perfect”,
fell in love & it was anchor’s away!
I left the world a little friendly note:
“if you’re lookin’ for me, i’ll be out on the boat, and you can…

(chorus) 
find… me on my private island
kickin my feet up & chillin to the sound of a steel band
find… me on my private island
i’ll be writing songs, and working on getting mean tan
all ashore that’s coming ashore,
this is more than we could ever ask for

last week I was freezin’ my tail,
now i’m fillin’ up the cooler, and I’m settin’ [A]sail, so let’s…

(chorus)
ride… out to my private island.
tropical scenery everywhere to keep you smilin’
ride… out to my private island
Anytime you go, you know, is always perfect timing
ride… out to my private island…
ride… out to my private island…
ride… out to my private island…

Written by Brian Bortnick
Drums/percussion: Kevin Soffera
Bass: Kjell Benner
Guitars/vocals: Matt Quinton

Won’t you, open up your eyes tonight
we can drive the ragtop to the river and go skinny-dipping’,
but I ain’t the best swimmer
who knows where from there, alright?

I hear the ponies have been pretty lucky
from a couple a’thugs at the bar last night
we can head to Vegas where the fever’s contagious
and watch the Elvis impersonators
jump from their planes, singing’ “are you lonesome tonight”

(chorus) 
Hey, yea, yea! I’m livin’ free, I’m on a free ride
Hey, yea, yea! I wanna take all the rules and break them twice
Hey, yea, yea! I’ve got pesos to burn and a match to light my
10,000 cigarettes, I don’t even exhale…

Attraction… where the lights are low, and our eyes have met
Reaction… my heart beats so fast, it’s jumping’ out of my chest
Desire… I wanna hod you close and never let you go,
but, my love, the slower we take it, the faster it goes

(chorus) 
Hey, yea, yea! I’m livin’ free, I’m on a free ride
Hey, yea, yea! I wanna take all the rules and break them twice
Hey, yea, yea! I’ve got pesos to burn and a match to light my
10,000 cigarettes, I don’t even exhale…

I don’t wanna follow rules, I don’t wanna be cool,
I don’t need a bunch of fake friends
gonna close this place down, raise a ruckus, paint the town
rock it all night long, while we get our drink on
and play some metal riffs on my guitar…

(chorus) 
Hey, yea, yea! I’m livin’ free, I’m on a free ride
Hey, yea, yea! I wanna take all the rules and break them twice
Hey, yea, yea! I’ve got pesos to burn and a match to light my
10,000 cigarettes, I don’t even exhale…

Written by Matt Quinton
Drums/percussion: Kevin Soffera
Organ/Steel Drums: Chris Thomas
Bass/Guitars/vocals: Matt Quinton

(chorus) 
evenin’ time a-come and i’m a-waitin’,
nightime come around we have some fun
mornin’ time a-come and you’re a-leavin’,
afternoon i’m lonely again.

I sit round and I wait for you.
I’m so lonely, i don’t know what to do.
you get here later and you take me straight to bed,
leave me next mornin’ and i’m hangin’ by a tread

(and i seh…)

(chorus) 
evenin’ time a-come and i’m a-waitin’,
nightime come around we have some fun
mornin’ time a-come and you’re a-leavin’,
afternoon i’m lonely again.

All i do is sit & watch “real housewives”.
maybe a cartoon & talk show, too
go into da kitchen & cook dinner.
occupy my time waitin’ for you

(chorus) 
evenin’ time a-come and i’m a-waitin’,
nightime come around we have some fun
mornin’ time a-come and you’re a-leavin’,
afternoon i’m lonely again

all of this just to get laid,
but I do my job right, mon I get paid!

weekend come around and you no workin’,
i try to see you much as i can
but you get on my nerves and I can’ wait, now,
till Monday come and go trough dis again

(chorus)
evenin’ time a-come and i’m a-waitin’,
nightime come around we have some fun
mornin’ time a-come and you’re a-leavin’,
afternoon i’m lone…
when you coming’ home…
afternoon, i’m lonely again

Written by Bryen O’Boyle
Drums/percussion: Kevin Soffera
Bass/guitars/vocals: Matt Quinton

If there’s a time in your life,
when you need things to be right
and set your mind at ease
Just think of what we had,
and trace the road from good to bad
you’ll find that everyone agrees

Trying to make it through the night
and somehow learn to fight
this demon inside my soul
but it was harder than you think
and when I began to sink
where were you to pull me through

there was a time in my life
when i needed things to be right
and send my thoughts away
so i pushed our worlds apart
to prevent a broken heart
you’ll understand why someday

but if it was only u and me
could i be happy?
oh i could never tell
cause i cant take the chance
at finishing this dance
the music doesnt match
the steps and choices i must make

we are the sun and moon
forcing the tides ashore to wash away the dunes
but if we stay, above the waves, we’ll…
turn out ok, yeah we’ll all turn out ok