Solo Transatlantic

Should've wrote this one down

In the golden evening

Before she figured it all out

To hesitate, as the tides drag away

The refrain

That we keep selling to ourselves

Expressway to AC

And let it ride

Told you I was unhappy

And as unsure as I was then

I'm trying not to admit

Casino air, and your windswept hair

And the shorebirds

I'd rather find myself alone

In the golden evening

When she figured me all out

She storms away, And I'm deaf to her graces

The boardwalk's just calling our faults

Expressway to AC

And let it ride

Told you I was unhappy

And as unsure as I was then

I'm trying not to admit

Casino air, and your windswept hair

And the shorebirds

I'd rather find myself alone

The lonely melodies that we hum to ourselves

Are more often than not

Dysfunctional too

(I'm not reliving, but drowning)

As much a part of me as I am of you

And I'm thinking we should talk this one over

All the letters I would've liked to have written you

Are stuck between chords and the notes that we cling to

So glad you held on, but I can't help

But see through

The song, and the sea

And myself as an actor

But when I said that, doll, I swear that I meant it

Your muse and your curse

And your heart, as an anchor

The ones that we turn to

Let's just bury october