When I Turned The Page
The Coner Bent Into A Perfect Dog Ear
As If The Words Knew I'd Need Them Again
But At That Time I Couldn't See It

I Would Read That Page Every Day
For The Next Year

She Sang A Short Tune
Da, Da Da Da Da Da
I Came From Her Soft Touch
And Slept

We Sat On A Shoreline
Watching Wind Scalp The White Off The Waves
Sitting On A Shorline
And If I Could Do It
I'd Dog Ear This Page

We Spoke About Growning Old
And Filling The Future's Empty Stage

She Sang A Short Tune
Da, Da Da Da Da Da
I Came From Her Soft Touch
And Slept

When I Turn The Page
The Corner Bent Into A Perfect Dog Ear
As If The Words Knew I'd Need Them Again

I Hope The Weather Holds
But You Don't Need The Sun To Make You Shine
These Island Towns Don't Care For City Folk
But I Think We Can Starve The City From Our Minds.

I Know We Won't Want For Much
It's Just You And Me And A Bed And A Shoreline