The Letterman - Single

I have seen the writing on the fisherman's hand
As he gazes through the summer
To the ocean, flat as candle wax
So many moons since he relaxed
The evening chill is chiselled to the fractures in his face
Yet still his accent's warm as morning pastry
Needed by his lover every dawn he wakes discovering
A simple life for her, for him
I've seen the writing

And I tell you what boy
I've been the Letterman
And it ain't enough boy
It ain't enough to understand

I have heard the silence of the horizontal view
Now the sun sets him to dreaming of a sky he knew before
The same old battered waves began
Behind his heart beats in the blue
Between the words he does not say
His name is written plain as midday simmers
Slowly cries a prayer for
He will take the life to make the island part of him again
I have heard the silence

But I tell you what boy
I've been the Letterman
And it ain't enough boy
It ain't enough to understand

I tell you what boy
I've been the Letterman
And it ain't enough boy
It ain't enough to understand