"Hey, it's me.
I know this may not be a good time but I've been thinking
About the old days when we'd go fishing.
Sitting on worn docks with light in our eyes
And playing sweet tunes, you'd be surprised
How well I remember the words.
Gentle swells cascade until it pours
All over the decent mood we've created.
We loved as much as we hated,
But it's hard to reconcile the pieces
When we hold our anger long after it ceases.
If pride is the downfall of man then
Our motives were upwind the reason of women.
Partner ships that sailed through the night only to part at dawn
I felt my heart remiss until you were gone.
Even if it's for the best,
You can still miss the sun long after it sets
And follow, like birds, to a warmer West.
I saw you called the other day -
Watched it ring, didn't know what to say.
Familiar numbers look foreign in bad lighting
But the nostalgia was quite inviting.
I've been thinking of you, mostly during summer
When I think back on dirt roads and the smell of rubber.
Fought so long for space
Only to see your face at every lake I grace,
And feel your arms in every supporting embrace.
Present days used to reminisce,
Starting to wonder how it all went amiss
And a bond so stable
Crumbled easily – as thin as paper.
In the err of now you'll have your struggle
Days of strength and some of troubles.
When bad luck seems to presage
Know I'm here, it's me, and call when you get this message."
