In the end there will be no faults.
I'm confident that the beach will absorb them all.
Later tonight there will be no more blame.
We'll lay down in different towns and sleep just the same.
From now on, I will make no more plans.
My strongest ones lay dormant in your hanrds.
Sometime soon I will accept the change,
as the evening sun gently warms the Grange.
Fire burns out.
Nature churns out fools.
Some spring days may turn out cool.
Still I stay.
Will you stay?
Sometimes I think God should erase all memories
to change the way we seal with times like these.
That would surely be heven to me;
For you it would surely be hell,
as to seperate the moon and stars from the Atlantic's gentle swell.