High Wild Ways

Written with Spencer P. Jones and Renee Geyer

Walking on grey sand
By the cold sea
Under a low sky
That’s where you’ll find me
Watching the sea birds play
Above the ocean spray
I love their high, wild ways

I wear your old shirt
Since we’ve been apart
And I keep a close watch
On this old heart
Counting down all the days
Until you come back again
I miss your high, wild ways

I close my eyes
And already I am flying
Like a wild bird on the wing
Straight to your arms
In the time it takes an eye to blink
All of a sudden losing everything
When I open them again

You said that you’ll send back
A present for me
Some fine thing
From France or Italy
Oh hurry home, don’t delay
No gift do I need these days
Only your high, wild ways