High Tide

Written by: David Cardamone

The ocean's tide rises when I think of you.
Something has to wash away the whiskey I drink because of you.
A dagger through my heart and a sword right through my soul.
Is it something I said?
Is it something I did?

Did the tide rise because your father did not like me?
Did I sip the bottle and it offended you?
Girl, please forgive me lest I drown in the tide.

Girl, it's close to midnight; I'm searching your heart.
Your full of love and warmth except for a black spot for me.
My angel you've been.
My soldier you've been.
But now your back is turned and I only feel the cold.

Did the tide rise because your father did not like me?
Did I sip the bottle and it offended you?
Girl, please forgive me lest I drown in the tide.

It seems I've lost my angel, my muse.
I'm a lonely beach bum lover with no cover from the sunburn.
I'm a regular at the liquor store.
And with a final sip of whiskey I wade into the tide.
Without a single kiss, I sink into the abyss.