My Little Anchor

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