By the Sea - Summer Fiction

«I think I’m changing,» said Suzanne

From her beach chair in the sand

Let’s try to get in one more swim

Before the evening tide comes in

Sitting by the windowsill

Now there’s too much time to kill

Old man, do you think we’ll pull through?

Believe in me like I do you

Take me home

I want to go home

You first told me you loved me

At our picnic by the sea

Yes, the tides they rise and fall

We married at the old town hall

Children grown the house is still

And now there’s too much time to kill

Suzanne, do you think we’ll pull through?

Believe in me like I do you

Take me home

I want to go home