Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
Neal Casal
I know you're in a hurry, and I know it's getting late
I know you've got your reasons for wanting out of this place
The bitter wind bites down hard in the evening
If you'd known you would have changed your plans
Half our lives spent crawling and kneeling
But now we're gonna learn to stand
In the cold waves, we could be drowning, in the cold waves
Before there was an ocean, before it ever even needed a name
I set out to find a reason, to meet you here in this place
The summer wind burns my eyes in the morning
So I'm gonna draw a line in the sand
All of my life spent stumbling and falling
But now I'm gonna learn to stand
In the cold waves, we won't be drowning, in the cold waves
Someone's always drifting away, someone's always drifting away
So I say no more drifting, no more drifting, no more drifting away