The Billow

Don't you wish you were on the beach
By the open water just suckin’ up the breeze
Off the coast of Maine where the water’s clear
I dip my toe in the sand and watch it disappear

Yeah, go to the oceanside and roll your body in the tide
And let it wash away in the common waves
Yeah, let your mind be occupied
By sense of smell and the sense of sight
And forget about that massive beach
All those shores beneath your feet

And one day you may look up
From beneath the crashing sea
And see yourself floating out
Into the endless possibility
And when you land on land
Crawl hand over hand
With more pain than you can handle
Again you must put your trust into the billow