Sand
I sit out by the beach and wonder...
As I listen to the waves crash in,
I wonder what you are doing,
And if it's your thoughts I'm kept in...
I miss you more with every day,
But at the same time, I'm glad you're free...
The wind grows cold and the breeze begins to bite...
Even sitting here in this beautiful place,
I wish it was me you were with right now...
No, it's not the liquor talking,
It's just that I miss you....
