作曲：Adam Young

I am stuck in L

through the week and can get away

And you alone on the pier

in West Palm Beach on your holiday

Stormy nights re the stomach ache

That I acquired from feeling down

Things look grim

and I so sick of being tired

Apartment lights go dark

and it depressing

But what can I do

The midnight streets feel dead

When I am so used to driving with you

Brighter lights fill the night

And bluer skys reflect in your eyes

As I inspect and analyze

All of these dreams I don recognize

If you still up when the ships

in the port prepare to set sail

Comb the beach and put those blue flowers

up in your ponytail

Inside my head your voice is still resounding

but what can I do

The empty rooms feel cold

when I am so used 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 still hear my voice

When I outside

from over the phone

For what it worth darling dear

I wish you were here

I feel alone

When you were home we sing

But since you left

I don hear anything

Though I feel so sad

I can 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

cut loose leave this mad house

Bound for the Atlantic blue

I stroll down your treelined driveway

And sail the ocean with you