R. & J.

Sitting by the light of the moon
Wishing he was sitting with you
He sees your face clear as day
Can't image what got in the way
The tide rolls in
What, he can't image, was such a sin
Is it possible to love someone too much
He opened his heart for her to touch
Lying back in the sand
Wishing he was holding your hand
All he needed was some time
Then you could have been his
Your eyes brown as the leaves in November
And you will be all that he remembers
As he starts to walk
Soon to you he will talk
The water soon surrounds him
Then he knows your face he will soon see
Goodbye to All
And don't climb too high you may fall