The furrowed bed of sand worries again 
As it had before, waves left the land 
For the falling tide leaves the child weeping alone, 
He's letting go of the anchor and all the lines... waiting for the fingers of the grey wave or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water...10,000 bridges 
Show me father. 
Now I'm older, now much older 
And this wave can take me out to sea 
I feel the pull beneath my feet 
But I can see her, she is calling 
I can feel her there...
I can feel her there waiting for the fingers of the grey wave or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water...10,000 bridges 
Show me father.