I am stuck in L.A.
Through the week and cant get away
And you're alone on the pier
In West Palm Beach on your holidayStormy nights, re-awake
the stomach ache that I've acquired
from feeling down, things look grim
and I'm so sick of being tiredApartment lights go dark
and its depressing but what can I do?
the midnight streets feel dead
when I am so used to driving with youBrighter lights fill the night and
bluer skies reflect in your eyes
As I inspect and analyze
All of these dreams I don't recognize
If you're still up when the ships
in the port prepare to set sail
comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytailInside my head your voice
is still resounding but what can I do?
Empty rooms feel cold
when I am so used to being with youCount the stars, watch the waves,
absorb the summer sun and think of me
when you explore hidden coves and tiny island chains
throughout the seaCan you still, hear my voice
when Im outside from over the phone
For what its worth, darling dear
I wish you were here Cause I feel alone
When you were home we'd sing
but since you've left I don't hear anything
And though I feel so sad
I cant believe things are really that bad
Old captains and brand new cruise ships
Sailing over the briny sea
When I crashed my beloved desk job
And swim through the debris
I'll cut loose leave this mad house,
Bound for the Atlantic blue
I'll stroll down your tree-lined driveway, and sail the ocean with you
