Wish me away

Somewhere in the cold mid Atlantic there's
a piece of driftwood that knows your name
and Im stuck watching the love of my life.
a girl who will never know my name
and the sea breeze kisses her face
she can never really be tamed
her hair blows around her face and she
smiles at the thought of fame

Radio signals dance around her sunbathed body
she's living her small life proudly without a care
and anything I could give to her I would
but I know the truth and I wouldn't dare
she's dreaming peacefully in California
I'm stuck here and growing cold
she's running through my dreams
but those beautiful nights are growing old

she whispers a tune one that you already know
she's forgetting all her troubles
and this moments made of gold
She's whispering of freedom
while shackled I grow old.

Offshore a vessel of wood and steel
takes its final journey into the depths
Coral reef struck her bow
and in water she finds her death

My love is unaware as I sink
For her I would discard this pen
but to find my new home
she needs to follow the trail of ink.