Almost There

music and lyrics by Mark Brut

Down by the shoreline, Strathmere beach
The sunrise in our eyes, barely out of reach
Head back to the Isle along the ocean drive
I can't recall ever feeling this alive

Look at the time we're living
You can feel it in the air
There's days it seems like
Maybe that we're almost there

Been deep in a hole, now I'm digging myself out
Stretching my imagination like a rubber band of doubt
Now that I'm dialed in, I can remember when
I used to fold my hands and wonder

Look at the life we're living
You can feel it everywhere
There's days it seems like
Maybe that we're almost...

Sea Isle beach, 37th St.
The day I held you in my arms now tastes so bittersweet
I look to the ocean now and wonder where you are
And if I'm looking for reasons I'm not looking very far

Look at the life we're living
In the streets and everywhere
There's days it feels like
Maybe that we're almost there

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