If you come back by the old seawall, I'll be there where the tide runs slow.
Not to ask you to undo
it all, just to say what you should know, know, know, know, know, know.
The market closes up at six.
Your favorite oranges are gone.
I take the long way home again, past the bench where we watched the boats move on.
I'm learning how to let days pass,
and leave your name out of the glass.
If you come back by the old seawall, I'll be there where the tide runs slow.
Not to ask you to undo
it all, just to say what you should know, know, know,
know, know, know. You don't owe me one more season.
You don't owe me any reason.
Still the door can stay unlatched,