This particular piece is meant to be read with the song actually playing. The words fit rhythmically into the context of the song itself, spoken behind, and slightly over the lyrics. It's not very good, just a little something to try to break the writer's block.
Song Written by: David Mann / Bob Hilliard
When the sun is high...
It had been a sticky hot day in the Caribbean...
In the afternoon sky...
Just like the scorching day before.
You can always find something to do...
Fixing up this old boat was going to take forever.
But from dusk till dawn...
Thank God she could sit down.
As the clock ticks on...
What a long day...
Something happens to you...
Well, that's what happens when you're alone on your own boat.
In the wee small hours of the morning...
Sure, the deck was small, but look at those stars...
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...
Jack would love to see this.
You lie awake, and think about the boy...
Why had she told him no?
And never ever think of counting sheep...
It wouldn't have caused problems!
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson...
She could have been with Jack.
You'd be his if only he'd call...
He wouldn't want her now...
In the wee small hours of the morning...
What on earth had she been thinking?
That's the time you miss him most of all.
He'd said she was daft to say no.
They loved each other. He was sure of it. And to hell with what the rest of the bloody crew thought. He'd wanted her, no matter what. And she had been so stupid. "It'll ruin things between us, Jack. It'll cause problems." What had she done?
When the lonely heart has learned its lesson...
Oh, Jack...
You'd be his if only he'd call...
I do love you...
In the wee small hours of the morning...
She reached out for a star, and wondered if he could be doing the same...
That's the time you miss him most of all.
... And Anamaria let the tears fall.