Every day I see her and I don’t know what to say
Because every day I see her other words get in the way
And every day I know I want to say something more
But every day things get in the way and my words fall out on the floor
So every day I wake up and I think to try
For every day I wait our time together slips by
Will I tomorrow?
She’s fresh like spring rain on the way up to Hana in Maui
Me? I am just some howly.