I’ve been around, seen many a face,
I’m always shuffling through the lost and the found I couldn’t replace,
and I’ve heard the sound, of a simple heart break,
taught me the difference between what tumbles down and what you can’t shake..

waiting for the motion, waiting for the ferris wheel to spin,
a simple locomotion carries me to you from where I’ve been,
and I would go anywhere that roller coaster takes me,
anyplace it stops along the way,
lying by your ocean, waiting for the tide to come again..

I’d never stake any claims on you
any more than I would try to restrain the sun arising,
my only claim is that my heart beats true,
and being with you keeps me looking for the surprising… and

waiting for the motion, waiting for the ferris wheel to spin,
a simple locomotion carries me to you from where I’ve been,
and I would go anywhere that roller coaster takes me,
anyplace it stops along the way,
lying by your ocean, I think I feel the tide…a-comin’ in…