Riptide
© A. Zoli & M. Hart 2014 (ASCAP)
Riptide, mountainside
Falling asleep with your hand in mine
Dreaming of better things to come
Cool breeze, salty air
Trying to hold on to what's not there
We played the best hand that we held
Watching you go
Is smothering the fire for the glow
But it seems that we've come to the end of the line
And baby it's time
Baby it's time
This time
Choice words, not to hurt
Thinking back to the way we were
But there was nothing left to save
A hard trust, open lines
Always faithful and we spoke our minds
We changed the way we learned to love
Now watching you go
Is smothering the fire for the glow
But it seems that we've come to the end of the line
And baby it's time
Baby it's time
This time
And we'll carve out our separate lives
With other lovers over time
Searching for the one thing we could never seem to find
And love will come and love will leave
We will fall and we will grieve
But hope remains if we keep on then we will get there eventually
But watching you go
Still hurts me more then you will ever know
But it seems that we've come to the end of the line
And baby it's time
Baby it's time
This time
From the album:
Take What You Can Carry