I sat on a small dock
In a small city named Victoria
Watching the sun
Make pretty colors in the sky.
I felt the wind hit my cheek
And my feet touch
The ice cold water
As the bell tower struck 6.
I could hear my love
A thousand miles away
Laugh and talk
About life and wine.
I pined that they
Would come behind me
Call my name
And deliver their legendary smile.
But this
Was not to be.
And so I sat on that small dock
In that small city named Victoria
Watching the sun
Make pretty colors in the sky.
And I heard my love no more.