Good Luck With the Tide

I watch the waves rising,

but there's nothing left to do.

Will it be surprising

when the smash over you?

You stood with your back to the sea

What did you expect?

That if you stood there casually,

you;d gain the ocean's respect?

Well, passiveness, ain't always best

It's your turn to move

your stubbornness towards the current

what are you trying to prove?

She'll pull herself together, let go of forever

and she'll get on with her life;

as you'll lay there with sand in your hair

she'll say "Good luck with the tide."

Tranquillity isn't assured

with the waters ebb and flow,

don't think you're all secure;

the Great Blue can't be controlled.

The wind on your face

and the water seems swirling and sweet

not ready, or bracing -

You're really that blind to defeat.

Playfully splashing, can't hear the crashing

it's your turn to move

put up walls inside - think you'll be safe & dry?

What are you trying to prove?

She'll pull herself together, let go of forever

and get on with her life

as you lay there, with sand in your hair

she'll say "Good luck with the tide."

The air is thick and misting, 

But you're not listening

Those salt water kisses aren't real, the swells are breaking

with the mistakes you're making.

Well, passiveness ain't always best

it was your turn to move your stubbornness

towards the current

what were you trying to prove?

I pulled myself together, let go of forever,

and got on with my life.

as you laid there with sand in your hair,

I said "Good luck with the tide."