In step with the ghost in front of you
You could be someone else if you wanted to
There's a tidal wave near the horizon's eyes
If I recall, that's by design, as designed
(Of course, that's the only kind)
And it never reaches shore no matter how long i give it
All in the fog of the last thirty minutes
Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it slow
There's no point in always being on the go if you're going nowhere
It gets old getting old or so I've been told
You don't need to tell me
I see death in 20/20