Water's Edge

if I've got to be sad, I'd like to be sad at the beach

If I've got to be sad, I'd like to be sad at the beach
since there's no better place to be
than by the water, sand at my feet
and even when I close my eyes, I see 
the glint of sun on blue.

Run down to the water's edge
let the waves lap at my feet.
Stumble back up to the drop off
sand in my flip-flops
to tell Rach all my fears.
Let the ocean inspire, let the sun take me higher.

If I've got to be blue, I'd like to be blue on a patio
since there's no better place to be
than with a cold drink in my hand
my words running fast as I tell myself not to complain.
We're sitting by the water
she takes my breath away.

Take another sip, let my mind start to wander
and he listens to me, he listens
to everything I say, just like I always dreamed.

If I've got to wonder at life's mysteries, I'd like to wonder in the summer
since there's no better time to be
than on a bench near the sand, eating ice cream.
Let it melt on my tongue as we duck footballs.

Let my mind melt into sweet, caramel-flavoured dreams.
It's all so pretty that I start to believe life is with reason
even if I may never understand everything that happens to me
even if I can't decide what flavour I want some days.
So I turn to Rach, tell her the truth about me.

Life is beautiful, now I see.
Life is beautiful enough that I can be blue on the beach
but what God gave me, I was given to share
and now I believe.

So I hope and I dream
I think of you coming back to me
though I can't tell the future
only that it's supposed to reach thirty degrees this week
and the best time to hope and dream and wonder
is surely, surely, in the summer.