The Pacific North West Coast, Holds a place I long to see, An unmarked stretch of beach, Tied to your memory,
I made my way there, Breathed that air and walked on those dunes, Tuck my feet in the sand, Hold your daughter's hand
There's a debt, sir, Unanswered, that i can't repay, What you gave away. They say the fire goes out On a star long before we know Of the light that shines down on us below.
I went to that beach, My own footprints trailing behind, To be washed out by the tide, Or for someone to find.