You are the traveler and I am the home
You sail the seven seas while I sit alone
I've grown used to singing a song to your ghost
As I wave silently to you from the jagged seacoast

Your back has become an image burned in my mind
With each step you take, it's harder to stay resigned
I tell you you're beautiful, and you know it's true,
When your steps fall in time to my sad, mournful tune