Captains and cruise ships
I am stuck in L.A.Through the week and can't get awayAnd you're alone on the pierIn West Palm Beach on your holidayStormy nights re-awakeThe stomachache that I've acquiredFrom feeling downThings look grimAnd I'm so sick of being tired
Apartment lights go darkAnd it's depressing, but what can I do?The midnight streets feel deadWhen I am so used to driving with you.
Brighter lights fill the nightAnd bluer skies reflect in your eyesAs I inspect and analyzeAll of these dreams I don't recognize
If you're still up when the shipsIn the port prepare to set sailComb the beach and put those blueFlowers up in your ponytail
Inside my head, your voiceIs still resounding, but what can I do?The empty rooms feel coldWhen I am so used to being with you
Count the stars, watch the wavesAbsorb the summer sun and think of meWhen you explore hidden covesAnd tiny island chains throughout the sea
Can you still hear my voiceWhen 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 singBut since you've left, I don't hear anythingAnd though I feel so sadI can't believe things are really that bad
Old captains and brand new cruise shipsSailing over the briny seaWhen I crash my beloved desk jobAnd swim through the debrisI'll cut loose and leave this madhouseBound for the Atlantic blueI'll stroll down your tree-lined drivewayAnd sail the ocean with you