The Pacific North West Coast,
Holds a place I long to see,
An unmarked stretch of beach,
Tied to your memory,

I made my way there,
Breathed that air and walked on those dunes,
Tuck my feet in the sand,
Hold your daughter's hand

There's a debt, sir,
Unanswered, that i can't repay,
What you gave away.
They say the fire goes out
On a star long before we know
Of the light that shines down on us below.

I went to that beach,
My own footprints trailing behind,
To be washed out by the tide,
Or for someone to find.