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