September 2001
A soft summer wind touched my face
As I walked down this palm tree path.
It may be the middle of the day 
Or it may be the end of the day.
In this tropical place near the equator
It’s impossible to discern by the temperature
As it is always hot even by the water quay.
The troubling part is that it is night when it is day
I’m not able to be with you to touch your face.
We are apart and alone, half a world away
And only have thoughts to keep us safe.
It may be summer time in this part of the world
It may be winter’s coldness touching my girl.
Walking right on to the plane made me feel blue
Sitting in the seat that will take me from my true
Lover who cannot be with me while I’m working.
I will be sleeping when you’re awake
So our thoughts are not even connecting,
Even with the speed of light message take.