I was a fool
to think that I could take a plane to think that I could fly away

and let the miles between us make the choices
 
that I couldn’t face
and now I’m sitting on the shore less certain than I was before unwilling and unable to let go
 
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough
this time they’re not enough
 
I was cold
I tried to stay out of your way exactly why I couldn’t say
it’s just that everything was more then slightly off beat more then slightly off beat…
 
You're counting the raindrops in New York
I’m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico
 
the sun and the sea are not doing it for me the waves in the wind are not enough
this time they’re not enough
 
to save my soul
not enough to save my love not enough to save my sanity
in this ocean of emotion  - not enough...
 
You're counting the raindrops in New York
I’m counting the grains of sand in Puerto Rico