walking a little each night
Let down your hair
You won't change but that's alright
Don't have to dare
striking the mystery
Send showers to space
You won't get the better of me
It's much too late

Much too late
To wake up and see
What the waves
Carried onto the sand
To carry your mind up to me
From your solid land

Planting your feet so deep
Your toes kiss the earth
You won't get the better of me
You've exhausted your worst.