I am stuck in L.A through the week, and cant get away
And youre alone on the pier in West Palm Beach on your holiday
Stormy nights re-awake the stomachache that Ive acquired
From feeling down, things look grim and Im so sick, of being tired

Apartment lights go dark, and its depressing but what can I do?
Midnight streets feel dead, when I am so used to driving with you

Brighter lights fill the nights and bluer skies reflect in your eyes
As I inspect and analyze all these dreams I dont recognize
If youre 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 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, wed sing but since youve left I dont 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 crash my beloved desk job
And swim through the debris
Ill cut loose and leave this madhouse
Bound for the Atlantic blue
Ill stroll down your tree-lined driveway
And sail the ocean with you