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 | Текст песни
Bound for the Atlantic blue. I’ll stroll down your tree-lined driveway And sail the ocean with you
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