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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 nights 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 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?
These 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 crash my beloved desk job
And swim through the debris
I'll cut loose and leave this madhouse
Bound for the Atlantic blue
I'll stroll down your tree-lined driveway
And sail the ocean with you

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