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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 night, reawake

 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 it's 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?

 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 don't 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 crash my beloved desk job

And swim through the debris

I'll cut loose leave this mad house all for the atlantic blue

I'll stroll down your treelined driveway, and sail the ocean with you

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