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 stomachache 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?   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 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 its worth darling dear, I wish you were here ‘cause I feel alone      When you were home, wed 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