The sun sets at an awkward angle when you're lying on your back
But the stars always stay the same
The sand is so soft like a pillow made from the feathers of a sparrow
Like the ones that crowded around your feeder on the day we went away
They flew too. And from, from their meal to a tree resting their heads and looking for company
I'm like that in the way that when I see something worth doing I continue until it's done
'cause half a plate of food is too much to waste
Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks
I've got a broken wrench, a screwdriver with no head, and a drill with no battery
But fixing you is still worth a try
Because I'm not going to give up because a few screws are loose
No, we've got too much potential and don't say it's the distance
Because it's never been a problem before
Besides, two hours is like two minutes when you close your eyes and dream
Pensacola has never been as bright as it is now, and when I look at that map it looks back at me and smiles
Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks
For now I will let the west dictate the light
Who needs a flashlight when you got the moon?
Maybe I'm better off without you leaning on my shoulder
But I'd rather be worse than not by your side