The pacific northwest coast holds a place I'd longed to see
An unmarked stretch of beach, tied to your memory
I made my way there, breathed that air and walked on those dunes
I sank my feet in the sand, holding your daughter's hand
There's a debt, sir, unanswered, 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, footprints trailing behind, to be washed out by the tide or for someone to find
