It’s late in the evening and the north-easter’s in
The downtown crowd gathers, let the ceremony begin.
But don’t you try and find me - don’t try looking there
I’m hiding on the ocean - Yes I’m way out to sea
Yeah, I’m chasing something, something that I crave
I’m waiting for the feeling, I’m watching,
I’m waiting for that one last wave.
I’ve seen them all come
And I’ve seen them all go
Like pretty maids and their boys all in a row
They were torn by the breeze
They were burnt by the sun
And now I’m here all alone
As I watch the darkness come
The day feels like velvet, my skin starts to prune
I’ll watch and I’ll be lost If it doesn’t come soon
Like a dog being tortured I’ll howl at the moon
But you don’t need to come looking I’m easy to see
As night comes you’ll find me
Here any day
I’m waiting for the feeling
Yes I’m waiting for that one last wave.
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