I am stuck in l.a. through the week and can't get away

And you're 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 sick 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 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'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 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'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 feel so sad

I can't 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 treelined driveway

And sail the ocean with you