Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean.

[heyaudri]

i write mostly on hotel paper.
knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room.
i'd be out of line telling you, "leave her".
so I lie lonely surrounded by you.

lately I can't be happy for no one.
they think I need some time to myself.
i try to smile but I can't remember.
and I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else.

you turned out to be more than I bargained for.
and I can tell that you need to get away.
forgive me if I admit that I'd love to love you.
we both realized it's way too late.