Intro: Waded out past the wave's swell where we all floated hopeless and he told us to stop treading water he sang about the sand where we could all touch our feet down he held out his hand with his tipped back he sang loud but he didn't listen, he swam off alone long live his words, all caught up on his own he said "someday the moon will reach out to the sun but for now it must drift along, but for now he drifts along" this sounds pretty right to me, just what i figured out while messing around with a friend