Rippling, crashing like clouds to the ground.
Doesn’t recall if he really said that out loud.
Patience, like praying for a tide’s return.
Doesn’t recall if he really said that to her.
Come on, bring the ocean.
The wind blows blues out of order.
Tell him he’s crazy, he adores her.
She’s a tidal wave, changing it all out at sea.
Building up love, to demolish me.
Tumbling, softly like thoughts against wind.
Doesn’t recall if she really said that to him.
Loyal, like evening at the end of the day.
Doesn’t recall if she really said it that way.
Come on, bring the ocean.
The wave moves moods, a blue sky swims.
Tell her she’s lost it, no one’s like him.
He’s a cycling storm, drafting out soul in the breeze.
Stirring up love, to overwhelm me.
Soulful little bird singing on a shoulder
sings come back, sings come back, sings come back.
Sings won’t you listen to me?
Young man, tired, out standing on a beach.
Wind and waves like ocean and sand.
He doesn’t say a thing.
Thinks,
come on, demolish me.
this is your life chuck johnson 