Pacific Ocean Blues
Tell me the story
Of how I was away
When you just woke up
And couldn't face the gray of winter
And in the end
Will we still be friends?
And in the end
Just around the bend?
Read me the chapter
Of how you filled a box
With five years of photographs
And put them under lock beneath you
And in the end
Will we still be friends?
And is the end
Just around the bend?