For My Favorite Place

I ran out the back door with salts on my face
Down my nose in little droplets
It poured like a lake, summer rain
I wish you were here to tame this shameful pride
'cause i woke up today feeling ugly on the inside
But if your sail were to drop
You would keep moving along?
If your paddles were to sink
Would you find another way to get to me?
Don't leave me hanging, hanging
I think it's pretty clear now
That you're my favorite
You're my favorite place
With ocean in my eyelash
I see you in my words, i see you in my guitar case (?)
But if your sail were to drop
You would keep moving along?
If your paddles were to sink
Would you find another way to get to me?
Don't leave me hanging, hanging