Tourists and Shells

When you told me you were leaving for good
Half of me hoped you wouldn't, half of me hoped your would
Now I'm standing on the Huntington Pier
Wishing you were with me, not wishing you were here

And it's a long, long way to the parking lot
So I'll toss my keys in the sea
And I'll stand right here, among tourists and shells
And see what that does for me

When you told me that the fire was out
I could only think of that new man around
I saw you two dancing last Saturday night
The happiness together, the loneliness inside

And it's a long, long way to get my old life back
So I think that I'll journey ahead
And sometime later when you're looking for me
Why don't you look for yourself instead?