Tonight
I want so bad to hear
some whisper of your steps in the sand
and have a little talk
over the crying rain
I want to feel your fingers
turning over shells to wear
And feel your weight upon me
like water on the sunken bridge
Along the coast of Maine
Here
I sing a little line
that I can get behind and say
You know Dylan's right
the sweeter ships sail to Spain
Though it's just like he said,
still the lovelier words are yours off the coast