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 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 nights and bluer skies 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 don t hear anything and 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 and leave this mad house bound for the atlantic blue i ll stroll down your tree lined driveway and sail the ocean with you2