I remember when the water here was cold.
Now it's real warm when I'm tired,
Staggered,
Old.
These old limbs, they aren't cut out for work anymore.
So I'll claw at my bones until they work again.
I remember when the water here was cold.
Now it's real warm when I'm tired,
Staggered,
Old.
If I were you I'd be head deep in blue.
Youthful, naive you.
You get your way.
(Waves won't keep my company like you did when we were young)