[Verse]
You come home smelling like salt and sea,
The ocean clings to you, wild and free.
Your hands are calloused, your shoulders worn,
But they’re the hands I’ve been waiting for.
[Prechorus]
And I don’t mind the storms you chase,
As long as you come back to my embrace.
[Chorus]
I want those white picket fences,
A little house where the tide commences.
A porch swing swaying with you and me,
Under a sky as wide as the sea.
I don’t need riches, I don’t need gold,
Just your love to have and hold.
[Verse 2]
Your stories echo with the waves you’ve crossed,
The ones you caught and the ones you lost.
I’d trade my heels for muddy boots,
To walk beside you and plant our roots.
[Prechorus]
I don’t care if the nights run cold,
As long as your heart is the one I hold.
[Chorus]
I want those white picket fences,
A little house where the tide commences.
A porch swing swaying with you and me,
Under a sky as wide as the sea.
I don’t need riches, I don’t need gold,
Just your love to have and hold.