Somewhere beyond the sea, she's waiting for me. I know it's a song but I couldn't think of anything else.
I know it's lame and won't bring me any fame, but in all the same, it's rhyming.
I'm on a holiday, by the sea, happy I should be, it's sunny and then rainy, funny and then moody.
It's a bit of a weird thing, now I'm sitting on a swing, I can really think about the world.
Watching TV, just being me, although I'm thinking of you.
The times flying by, don't tell that wicked lie.
Hey, I've know you for a while, checking out the dial, but the best channel is yours.
You're no radio presenter, or movie star, but to me you are. So far.
You're special, now nestle, don't wrestle, just be free.
This is going on, for far too long, it's nothing wrong, but it's time to go.
Bye, have fun, your time has come, now spread those wings and fly!
