The Waves

I ain't here to pray

Or to let things go

You'll just throw them away

While everything's gold

Well, it's not the ocean it's the waves

That leaves us astray

Leaves us blind

To what matters, anyway

I ain't here to forgive

Or to show what if

I'm just here to deny

What lies behind

And I ain't here to survive

Or to leave it to die

I'm just here to feel

A little alive

Oh, keep riding on

Keep riding on

Oh, keep riding on

And all those pretty things

All those pretty things

And all those pretty things

All those pretty things

All those pretty things

And all those pretty things

I ain't here to pray

Or to let things go

You'll just throw it away

While everything's gold

Well, it's not the ocean it's the waves

That leaves us astray

Leaves us blind

To what matters, anyway