If you insist on picture of shorelines
then I insist on pages of your lines
meant for me, to be sent to me
Remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand
Remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips,
when I touch your lips

And I recall how you sat on the same side of me,
it really seems that you'll always be on my side
You're my best side

And it's early June so the sands still dry
and you have got the boldest eyes
And I can't help but think it's right,
that inside you it's me I'll find
And I can't help but think it's right,
that inside you it's me I'll find
And I'm still waiting
And I'm still waiting

It's early June so the sand's still dry
and the storm off shore's not far behind
and I'm still waiting
and I'm still waiting

And sometimes we don't say a thing for a long while
and the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make
And sometimes we are held at bay by these miles
But less of you is more than I can take

And the moments that we've shared could last a lifetime
And the faith I have in us will keep you near
But several of these miles placed in between us,
means several of these words be sent by mail
I hope this letter finds you well
I hope this letter finds you well