When I turned the page The corner bent into a perfect dog-ear As if the words knew I'd need them again But at that time I couldn't see it I would read that page everyday for the next year She sang a short tune And I came from her soft touch and slept We sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I'd dog-ear this page We spoke about growing old and filling the future's empty stage She sang a short tune And I came from her soft touch and slept When I turned the page The corner bent into a perfect dog-ear As if the words knew I'd need them again I hope the weather holds But you don't need the sun to make you shine These island towns don't care for city folk But I think we can starve the city from our minds I know we won't want for much It's just you and me and a bed and a shoreline