Laurence Overmire - Mid-Life lyrics

My dreams collapse on some battered wave-washed shore, the fragments sparkle in the sand, mingling in time to be collected once again, while the old man with the whiskered face smiles from the open window of his driftwood shack, smoking his pipe like a riddle waiting for an answer. I must swim in the pounding surf, beneath the pull of moon and star and simple seeming sun, the horizon holds an eerie light be it dawn or dusk I do not know, but muscles move in syncopated time until I reach that steady line, as imaginary as any dream or puff of smoke from an old man's pipe.