歌词
There's something gnawing at the backs of my heels
It pulls me through the mud
Rather than break the cycle
I tend to fall back on the crutch where I once stood
Well, I'm getting over all the waves in strides
The drive home - it seems longer than it was
As I'm getting old, I'd be remiss to find
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us
Moving forward
Getting nowhere
Maybe I'm better off staying home
There's always something in the back of my mind
That tells me it's too late
I miss the times when I was too unaware
To sit and ponder my own fate
Well, I'm getting over all the waves in strides
The drive home - it seems longer than it was
As I'm getting old, I'd be remiss to find
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us
Looking for some kind of rapture
You'll find I'm happiest all alone
The mistress never fails to salt the wounds
After wading back to shore
Persisting like the tide
How is something awful
Something that I once adored?
Well, I'm getting over all the waves in strides
The drive home - it seems longer than it was
As I'm getting old, I'd be remiss to find
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us
The sea-foam - it finds its way to us