Sew up my clothes when they tear from overuse
Be a stronghold when I’m flailing
My hands are wide open
Eager to receive a letter that sends my mind sailing
Out to the ocean, massive and free
This day was bound to come sometime
So gas up the car and check temperature
Attempt at easing my mind
I’ll wait for you to return, I’ll wait for you
I’ll dig my feet into the sand, no I won’t move
I bend and I break every chance that I get
To have someone make my decisions
But I learned that my methods aren’t always best
And that logic often trumps opinion
So write me a postcard from your new home
I hope you experience something
I’ll see you on holidays and breaks in the summertime
Return to my arms, still and loving
So I’ll wait for you to return, I’ll wait for you
I’ll dig my feet into the sand, no I won’t move
So I’ll wait for you to return, I’ll wait for you
Dig my feet into the sand, no I won’t move