The Pacific North West Coast,
 Holds a place I long to see,
 An unmarked stretch of beach,
 Tied to your memory,
 
 I made my way there,
 Breathed that air and walked on those dunes,
 Tuck my feet in the sand,
 Hold your daughter's hand
 
 There's a debt, sir,
 Unanswered, that i can't repay,
 What you gave away.
 They say the fire goes out
 On a star long before we know
 Of the light that shines down on us below.
 
 I went to that beach,
 My own footprints trailing behind,
 To be washed out by the tide,
 Or for someone to find.