(Verse 1: E. Oks)
I’ve been waiting by the phone
Pacing all alone, looking in the mirror
Wondering which standard of attraction
I didn’t quite adhere to,
Feinding to figure why I didn’t have you here,
Close enough to whisper in my ear
Like the rain drops pattering my clear
Window while I didn’t know I’z watching
The sky pour your evaporated tears.
You say you’re sadden cause you hadn’t made it here?
Then I guess I have to make it clear:
You should understand that I’m
Not one to watch the sands of time
Slip through these two dam hands of mine,
I’d rather use them to build myself a castle for giant men,
Build a moat and a bridge then invite you in
What a life to live
Wouldn’t matter how the day or the night is spent.
We’d paint stars on the ceiling,
And on the walls write poems about emotions
That our hearts aren’t feeling,
Then lay in aw at all they’re revealing,
Listening as the ocean spoke of all it was reeling
Into its waves,
Look out on the water and wonder where it’s from?
They say it’s from rain, but how could all of that fall from the sky
And not scare the sun?
You wouldn’t know its age, but feel the ocean air as young
The way pokadot dress blows and hair is flung;
We would’ve drank joy while wearing fun,
But you never cared to come

(Verse 2: Performed by Maddy Reagan, written by Norah Jones)
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching tear drops in my hand.
My heart is drenched in wine,
But you’ll be on my mind forever

(Verse 3: E. Oks)
Now at the same time I understand,
Cause I have cancelled plans
Chose to lay down on the couch instead of lying in the sand;
See I was scared I would get some in my shoe.
I’d probably still stay in if it hadn’t been for you,
But while I was waiting I found life’s better lived with two,
Vowed that I wouldn’t be as hesitant as you.
I realized as I layed my hands on the grains of sand
That each one had decayed from land
Between now and the age of the ancient man
And even before when the earth was vacant and
No one was here to hear the waves crash,
Feel the sunrays or see the days pass,
Everything just spinning,
No one to speak fun,
Breathe the breeze or see the leaves come
Off the tips of trees when these would be sprung
From beneath young earth when life had begun,
Existence is a glimpse at what is today,
So before we wash away: would you please come?