As the waves crash in
on the western shore
the wind blows fierce from the east.
Wavetops torn into flying spindrift.
As the waves crash in
on the western shore
it makes me feel uneasy.
The spray that's torn away
is an image of the way I feel.
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
when you talk that way?
As the sun goes down
on the western shore
the wind blows hard from the east.
It whips the sand intoa flying spindrift.
As the sun goes down
on the western shore
it makes me feel uneasy.
In the hot, dry rasp of the devil winds
who cares what a fool believes?
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words to answer you
when you talk that way?
Words that fly against the wind and waves.
(A little closer to you.)
Where is the wave that will carry me
a little closer to you?
What am I suuposed to do?
Where are the words that will make you see
what I believe is true?
