I Watch I Wait
I watch I wait
But I know I'll never see you again
I watch I wait
But I know I'll never see you again
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
The halfway man has a shack on the hill
With a view that's far and wide
Wind singing high in the trees
And in the yard a rusting car
And travel magazines
Promise to take him away
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
The halfway man is on staring at a memory
Tacked up on the wall
Singing to ghosts in the night
And through his tears he sees a land
Where money grows on trees
Falling like leaves in his hands
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Coming down around me
Walking on the beach hearing the rain
Autor(es): Mark Gane / Martha Johnson
