That old ocean out before us,
just trying to climb ashore.
Did you ever stop to wonder,
what all its climbing is for?

It’s been forty years now.
That old ocean looks the same.
But my in all that time,
how you and I have changed.

I see you looking out there,
scared to make a sound.
If I could I’d walk there,
just to turn right back around.

I’d have what I always wanted,
that old ocean view,
it couldn’t be more beautiful,
the one it has of you.

It laps against the shoreline,
while your toes are in the sand,
That ocean has still got no one,
and we’re back where we began.

That old ocean out before us,
just trying to climb ashore.
Did you ever stop to wonder
what all its climbing is for?