I am stuck in L.A. through the week and cant get away And alone on the pier in West Palm Beach on your holiday Stormy nights, re-awake the stomach ache That I've acquired, from feeling down Things look grim and I'm so of being tired
Apartment lights go dark and its depressing But what can I do? The midnight streets feel dead When I am so used to driving you
Brighter lights fill the night And bluer skys reflect in your eyes As I inspect and analyze All of these dreams I don't recognize
you're still up when the ships in the port prepare to set sail Comb the beach and put those blue flowers up your ponytail Inside my head your voice is still resounding but what can I do? The empty rooms feel cold when I am so to being with you
Count the stars, watch the waves absorb the summer sun And think of me when you explore hidden coves And tiny island chains throughout the sea Can you hear my voice When I'm outside, from over the phone?
For what it's 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 dont hear anything Though I so sad I can't 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 treelined driveway And the ocean with you