To see the reflection of sunset,
Through the misty glass 
And ponder the places I've been,
The people I've known

And when the wind flutters the curtains,
In those ocean nights
I can pretend you are there,
Somewhere else

There in the quiet surroundings,
Perhaps I'll hear laughter
And there's a table,
Waiting for us

And in the morning,
When the birds are singing
I'll wait for you,
At the end of the harbour

Just as the tide turns,
I'll see your boat I know so well
Sailing through the sound
To our house, beside the ocean