One More Night

Updated: Sep 3

Fond memory: I wrote this song right after returning from my honeymoon. Not so fond memory: I wrote it in my truck with an annoyed cat in tow, because I was flea bombing the house that had been overrun while we were in Curaçao.

Sunday morning—it’s six am

I had no idea—wouldn’t be the same again

The sequel to—a feast of friends

Going to spread these wings, gonna find myself a little Zen—now

Feels like a dream—almost can’t describe it

Fire in the sea—how I delight in it

It’s all clear to me now—I won’t come home the same

To spend one more night in Curaçao

More than the fates would allow

I swear I will return to you somehow

I’m just a memory to you now

One more tide—I’ll just dive in

With no regard—if I can swim

Stay the course—parry the wind

I’m on my way—to you again

To spend one more night in Curaçao

More than the fates would allow

I swear I will return to you somehow

I’m just a memory to you now

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