In step with the ghost in front of you You could be someone else if you wanted to There's a tidal wave near the horizon's eyes If I recall, that's by design, as designed (Of course, that's the only kind) And it never reaches shore no matter how long I give it All in the fog of the last thirty minutes Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it slow There's no point in always being on the go if you're going nowhere It gets old getting old or so I've been told You don't need to tell me