Well I hope that you think of me
When he's looking at you and he's sweating out 20s
'Cause I'll be sweating salt
The same salt that curls in your hair
That beads on your chest
That daddy took you surfing in

Oh

Well I hope that you write a poem
On a bar stool on a napkin and send it home
'Cause Nookie’s heading north
And Daisy got gone

Oh baby get out of here
And if that plane ever lands
And if you come home maybe we could start the band
Oh but mama until then
I'll work this one out

Oh

The warm breeze fills up all the cracks
And I sit on my porch and I try to patch the ones in my hеad
Oh with confidence
I won't let this go
Oh