Now the thick warm cream light

fades down into the mist from the sea

Three surfers – tiny black specks

out across in the great waves

Lanterns of the little town over

on the hill – twilight sweet

homecoming

It's all the same

And these things we hold

in our hearts

Like a promise in the salt of 

our blood

Until we come home



And always the breathing of the

breaking surf

Drifts through the curtains and

through our dreaming

And these things we hold

to ourselves

Like a promise in the salt of

our blood

Until we come home