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
