When I turned the page

the coner bent into a perfect dog ear

as if the words knew i'd need them again

but at that time I couldn't see it

I would read that page every day

for the next year

she sang a short tune

da, da da da da da

I came from her soft touch

and slept

we sat on a shoreline

watching wind scalp the white off the waves

sitting on a shorline

and if I could do it

i'd dog ear this page

we spoke about growning old

and filling the future's empty stage

she sang a short tune

da, da da da da da

I came from her soft touch

and slept

when I turn the page

the corner bent into a perfect dog ear

as if the words knew i'd need them again

I hope the weather holds

but you don't need the sun to make you shine

these island towns don't care for city folk

but I think we can starve the city from our minds.

I know we won't want for much

it's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline