[With bad intent]

Yeah, come on!

Come on

The sound of the ocean destroys the silence

And he stands on the edge of the morning

With the rising tide that he watches daily

His will is strong but his legs are failing

Yeah, on the pathway

Moving ever further down the pathway

The flowers form electric circles

No mother, father, brother, sister

The whole of the ocean bathed in sunlight

His first contact is his only sight

On the pathway

Moving ever further down the pathway

The sound of the ocean destroys the silence

As he stands on the edge of the morning

Maybe the answers don't come at all

Just the fading echo of his call

On the pathway

Moving ever further down the pathway

Moving ever, ever further down the pathway

Pathway, pathway