From the recording Vol 3 - Commercial Country Music
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We left our shoes by tower five
The yellow flag leaned toward the sea
Your name was pressed in a sandcastle
The tide came up around our knees
[Pre-Chorus]
You said, “A week can’t hold us here”
I watched the water change its mind
Then saw your suitcase by the door
And knew we’d left the road behind
[Chorus]
Let the tide take what it can
We’ll keep this place the way we planned
White sand in the hallway, salt on the sill
A porch where the evening comes in slow and still
You’re not a postcard I’ll put away
You’re the place I wake up every day
[Verse 2]
The rescue trucks roll down the shore
The gulls know when the lunch bags open
We found a little house off Gulf Street
With paint the color of sea glass broken
[Pre-Chorus]
Some things are built to disappear
Some roots take hold beneath the foam
We watched the summer crowd drift off
And made the quiet hours home
[Chorus]
Let the tide take what it can
We’ll keep this place the way we planned
White sand in the hallway, salt on the sill
A porch where the evening comes in slow and still
You’re not a postcard I’ll put away
You’re the place I wake up every day
[Bridge]
When the last bright umbrella folds
And the beach road clears again
I’ll meet you where the water turns
And choose this life, and choose you then
[Final Refrain]
Let the tide take what it can
We’ll keep this place the way we planned
White sand in the hallway, salt on the sill
A porch where the evening comes in slow and still
You’re not a postcard I’ll put away
You’re the place I wake up every day
Stay past the season, stay through the rain
This little shore is ours to name
[Outro]
The tide draws a line, then lets it go
Your hand in mine, the porch light low