On the beach I limped and held your weary hand That windy day we slept well past noon Too busy counting every grain of sand To even have a ghost of a clue I played in the waves like a five-year-old child Timing my jumps with the rolling tide I never looked to see you on the shore Planning your escape and drying your eyes Had you known for a week, a month, or a year Had you been trying in vain to let me know Somehow I never noticed your tears And sitting there smiling I watched you go I laid on back, listening to the waves Humming a song that you never knew The water wet your feet As you crossed through the sand And whispered that you'd be back soon I never thought to ask you when Blind to the sorrow you were laying to rest I never thought to tell you to jump back in And sitting there smiling I watched you go
On the beach I limped and held your weary hand That windy day we slept well past noon Too busy counting every grain of sand To even have a ghost of a clue I played in the waves like a five-year-old child Timing my jumps with the rolling tide I never looked to see you on the shore Planning your escape and drying your eyes Had you known for a week, a month, or a year Had you been trying in vain to let me know Somehow I never noticed your tears And sitting there smiling I watched you go I laid on back, listening to the waves Humming a song that you never knew The water wet your feet As you crossed through the sand And whispered that you'd be back soon I never thought to ask you when Blind to the sorrow you were laying to rest I never thought to tell you to jump back in And sitting there smiling I watched you go
