The gold hairs on your face Match The gold glittering across your throat While you're fast asleep Laying on the concrete We have a boardwalk But not the beach We're getting there Smell the sunscreen on your skin I know we're stretching this thin Moved home middle of the winter Frozen sand feels like pavement We have a boardwalk But not the beach We're getting there Waiting for the snow to melt I didn't know that's how you felt We're running out of time Remember when you were mine And I mean only mine Now I'm waking up Alone No boardwalk No beach Smelling like yesterday's sunscreen