“Along My Shore”
On my solitary beach
You will find that I stand
My fingers in my pockets and my toes in the sands
I await some heart to wash on my shore
Once More
Once More
I see fishing boats and golden ships pass me by
Still, my fingers do not leave my wet pockets
They lie and fiddle with the ring that no heart has yet worn
Once More
Once More
Through Springs
Through Summers
Through Winters and Falls
In heartaches I’d partake
I’d build phonebooths to call any heart I please when hard rains pour
Once More
Once More
On my solitary beach
You will find that I stand
My fingers in my pockets and toes in my sands
The sands of time that blow all around me implore
“Look out to the sea”
“Once More”
“Once More”