on a crowded beach,
in a distant time,
see a boy of five, at the waters edge,
so limboed and free,
jumpin' over the ripples, lookin' way out to sea.
Now a man comes up, from amoungst the throng,
takes the young boys hand,
and his hand is strong,
and the child feels safe, and the child feels brave,
as hes carried in those arms, up and over the waves
deeper water, deeper wqater, deeper water, is calling him on.
lets fast move forward now, and the childs 17, with a girl in the backseat,
tuggin' at his jeans, now she knows what she wants she guides with her hand,
and the voicve cries inside, im a man, im a man,
deeper water, deeper water, deeper water, is calling him on.
now the man meets a woman, unlike all the rest,
well he doesnt know it yet, but hes out of his depth,
well he thinks he can run, but he keeps coming back, like a cork on the tide
deeper water....
now the years hurry by, and the woman loves the man,
one night in the dark, she grabbs hold of his hand,
sais there can you feel it, kickin' inside..
and the man gets a shiver right up and down his spine deeper water,
deeper water, deeper water, i s calling him on.
now the clock moves a round and the child is a joy,
but death doent care, just who it destroys.
now the woman gets sick, thins down to the bone,
she sais ahere im goin next im goin alone, deeper water..
on a distant beach, lonely as wine,
and late at the tide, see a man and a child,
now the manb takes the child, up into his arms,
takes him over the breaks, to where the water is calm deeper water,
deeper water, deeper water.