Lyrics
I remember the first time I called you up on the telephone
We talked for hours about so many things
You said you gotta go, you gotta cook some food
From your long day in the clouds, you had to rest your head
Sometimes I sit there and I think of you
You and little Roxanne and your trips to the moon
I think I bumped my head, I must be dreaming, I must be dead
Oh, it hurts so good this feeling
One day, I'll come and I'll find you
Sitting on your porch doing your thing
I'll be standing with a bag in my hand hoping that you'll understand
I just had to see you
Little shorty
Little fisherman's daughter, won't you give me a quarter
I'll put it in the juke box and I'll play us a tune
We can dance all night, doing what we think feels right
Tie the boat up, let's get moving
Maybe I slipped and bumped my head, maybe I'm dreaming, maybe I'm dead
Oh, it hurts so good, this feeling
Of you
Of you
One day, I'll come and I'll find you
Sitting on your porch, doing your thing
I'll be standing with a bag in my hand, hoping that you'll understand
I just had to see ya
I just had to see ya
I just had to see ya
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
I guess for now, I'll keep sailing on
I'll hit the shore, find me a bar for a beer or two
Maybe one day I'll find ya there
We'll catch eyes across the room