From the recording Westbound
Rising, Rising, up to high
The water starts to flow on by
Steady now, but not too fast
How long is it going...to...last?
In then out, it canâ€™t stay still
The shorelineâ€™s edge is at its will
Too high sometimes, too low wonâ€™t come
It happens under light...or sun.....
Soon the water starts to fall
The drying sand begins to call
They show themselves, grain by grain
Something like a westbound...train.
A boat to take me out to sea
is what youâ€™re gonna hear from me
Will it bring me back again
Or leave me there to see....my....end.
I donâ€™t know, Truth or lie
Or how much time is flowing by
Waterâ€™s what I need to fill
Or blitz me with that old...shine....still.