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 you
I just had to see you
I just had to see you

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