For Sale

now you're pressing them farther than you thought they'd

go

i've lost my mark, it's best to let go

the salt's between us as it sticks in the folds

we side in the swell, we both have to know

*which side are you on

i won't be here that long

off the rail it's awfully stale

i'd never thought that i'd turn down the offer to fail

watch them get smaller to the shore in the cold

arms hold me up, the legs kick a hole

she is the comfort ,somehow brings me in

the sands to stand, we don't have to know

which side are you on

i won't be here that long

we rise in the swell

we rise in the swell

off the rail it's awfully stale

i'd never thought that i'd turn down the offer to fail