If you insist on pictures of shorelines
then i insist on pages of your lines
meant for me, to be sent to me.
remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand
remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips, when i touch your lips
and i recall how you sat on the same side of me
it always seemed that you`d always be on my side, you`re my best side.
and it`s early June so the sand`s still dry and you have got the boldest eyes
and I can`t help but think it`s right
that inside you it`s me i`ll find
and i`m still waiting...
and it`s early June so the sand`s still dry and the storm off shore`s not far behind
and i`m still waiting...i`m still waiting
and sometimes we don`t say a thing for a long while
and the ships off shore hold stories that we`d make
and sometimes we are held at bay by these miles
but less of you is more than i can take.
and the moments that we`ve shared could last a lifetime
and the faith i have in us will keep you near
but several hundred miles placed in between us
means several hundred words be sent by mail.
i hope this letter finds you well.