I take a walk down to the shore 

And I wonder how much longer I'll sustain these steps 

It's been a month since I've been gone 

And it's been a month too long since you have graced me with your presence 

I smell your scent on every single shirt I wear; 

I find pieces of your hair stuck to my suitcase 

I try to call but the reception here is weak 

And it'll still be three more weeks until I get home 


I hope your waiting by the door when I get home 

I don't want anyone to see me here alone 

It's not enough to say “I think about you” now 

But that was all I had 


I walk the boards alone tonight and try to fill this empty space inside my chest 

I took Atlantic home tonight and every neon light, and sign, spelt out your name 

And every morning that I wake 

I make a point to check the date incase I slept an extra day 

I've crossed so many numbers out 

But every time I count them there are so much more