The red glows of the last summer sun
Shone nowhere near as bright as you
Our Pacific Highway trips with water cool
When you'd never catch me feeling blue

I hope he takes you on trips
To where the sea kisses sand
To where the views last forever
I hope he holds your hand

I'm sorry I had to go
Guess death wouldn't let us be
Whenever you see a setting sun
Do you still think of me?