Sitting at the edge of the shore, digging in the sand
waves roll and tumble back, sun dropping fast
runs through your fingers, like so many cares
holes fill in, and soon, like they were never there
not many walking, packing up to go
a little late in the season
but that never stopped you before
always the last to go
just one more for the road
hoping it will bring you
back for a moment, back for a bit
back for a moment, sometimes I just sit
just one silhouette, framed by the tide
brings back a time, just one more ride
try and find the point, so much time has passed
another chance to see the world, that spins so fast
he's digging, I'm sitting
he's jumping, I'm frozen
next time, next time
two silhouettes, framed by the tide
bring back a time, just one more ride
