Counting stars on the beach
With the sand on your cold feet
Mourn the time we had that just disappeared
Got this table and chair
Sitting down anywhere
All the time we've spent just sitting here
See you talking to them all
It doesn't look like talking at all
Then again nothing is what it seems
Now you're making your home on the wind
And the road is your only friend
Got these markings on your hand
In a language that I don't understand
All it marks is that its time to change
If they all were here to see
Would you mind if I take a seat
Turn around and see if I disappear
All the time we spent just sitting here
And the morning will come again
And the morning will come again
And I'll see you old friend
Once again
And the morning will come again
And the morning will come again
And I'll see you old friend
And I'll see you old friend
Once again