On a river boat ride

Guided by the rhyme

Of a riddle i recite

I didn't know it

But you wrote it

A river is running a race, but it never tires

A mouth open that has never spoken

A river is running a race that it always ties

With the ocean with perfect timing

17 different colors on that

Beach umbrella i insisted we pack

Because it's not the sunburn

It's just the salt

Slowing everything down into a screeching halt

I want to notice where you are in every wave

And then i'll wave back

And you're waving to me

And your wave went through me

And you're waving