At Rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized.
The field is right for reaping
I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
(Even though that's something I could never do well)
I'm on track and keeping
If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide...
It'd be heavenly
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lulling shores
To get you oceanside.