As you're running out the winds in your hair
I turn you around to say our goodbyes
we hold back words, replaced with stares
you've seen this look a hundred times
where will you go?
when will you return home?
what will you do?
will you find your truth?
I've never seen the way
the sun looks on your face there
and I don't guess that I ever will
but a man can dream about the waves and
those things you promised to bring back here