I
made my way to the sea
On a bus then a train
And then I walked on the sand
The wind forcing the rain
Through the seams in my coat
To the words that you wrote
So I went back to my room
I tried hard to dry out
All of the work you had sent
It was lost without doubt
And at first I was low
Then I paused and let go
It's not conversation
We're just wasting time
So I left my room behind
Took that train then the bus
What was I heading back for?
Didn't matter because