Tide keeps creeping, squeezing me to row.

Sad surrender of the summertime of my soul.

Water will you wash me down and away.

Carry me home, to the place where I need to lay.

Carry you there and halfway here again.

Trying to freeze-frame, when the second hand seems to spin.

I wonder can you tell me how to keep on flowing to then from now.

There's a quiet and a rest,

It ain't that bad, but far from the best,

And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.

And the time I wait will be my time to tell

If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well,

And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.

Rain crash harder, leave a ripple on my front page.

Flood rise higher to drown out my age.

Wave break down over me; send me walking to where I need to be.

There's a quiet and a rest,

It ain't that bad, but far from the best,

And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.

And the time I waste will be my time to tell

If I'm walking blind or if I'm running well,

And my dream keeps getting pulled away from me.