Tears over an everlasting love,
Emotions attempt to push, to shove,
Torn hearts trying to mend,
Messages I wish I could send,

How I long to lay my head on your chest,
How I want to see you and forget the rest,
The rest of the world and their judging eyes,
Who are they to say where my soul lies?

Every time I hear the sound of my phone,
I pray it's you telling me I am not alone,
But it never seems to be you on the line,
Just men of the mediocre kind,

How I long to steal away from this place,
And wrap myself in your comforting embrace,
Where I can rest until we are both old and gray,
On a rocker overlooking the Californian bay.