When he goes I always cry
Trickling from the corners of my eyes
Week holiday but never stay
Rainy seasons far too long to ride
Oceans rolling, glands subside
We secretly in bottled all the wine
The wind alone is not enough
I'm watching for a change now in the tide
Sweeter than the days fire
He patiently correct my oxford line
We haven't conquered side by side
I'm watching for a change now in his eyes
When he goes I'll surely die
I'm watching for a change in his eyes