I won't ride another wave
and I won't write another word after today
no wave forms out here
adrift amidst an endless sea
and there's nothing to return to
you'll find me floating endlessly
In the golden hour
holding on to burning embers
there's no sound
it's over now can
return to sender
the water's calm and I am moving on
I kick back I get made
I don't need anyone to kick anything
my way
I have taken what I'm afforded
I view the rest as unimportant
In the golden hour
holding on to burning embers
there's no sound
it's over now can
return to sender
In the golden hour
holding on to burning embers
there's no sound
it's over now can
return to sender
the water's calm and I am moving on
moving on
moving on
moving on